‘Breed me?’ she exclaimed.
‘You’re fertile, aren’t you?’ Delbert had scarcely asked before Zavier strode into the backyard.
He dropped his jeans and Carol stared at his 3”-x-15-inched phallus in utter disbelief.
‘Alo, puta muy safada (hello, you very dirty whore/slut),’ he greeted her.
‘Do you understand me?’ he inquired.
‘Yes.’
‘You’re a smart, aren’t you?’ Zavier questioned her.
‘She’s a floozy,’ Gabriel characterized her..
‘Yeah, though you didn’t spend your own money – huh, dad?’ Marty asked.
‘I stole it from your mom,’ Delbert fibbed.
‘She’s the real criminal,’ Gabriel condemned her while Zavier straddled her and dug his prick int0 her mouth.
‘Chupa mi polla (suck my cock)!’ he snarled.
‘Violate her,’ Delbert encouraged him.
‘Wound her pride!’ Marty said as he flipped her the bird.
‘Si, (yes),’ Zavier answered before withdrawing his dick, turning her onto her stomach and plowing it into her wet cooze.
‘Animal!’ he roared.
‘Whelp Marty and me a sister!’ Gabriel suggested.
Nonetheless, Zavier abused Carol until he unloaded in her twat.
He dismounted her; Gabriel rolled her to her back and emptied the jug into her gaping vag.
But she didn’t ‘whelp him and Marty a sister.’
Damn!