Roland loved a fart in the mouth. Sometimes he fed her baked beans so she would develop gas and could sit on his face, farting into his mouth repeatedly. This often excited him so much that he'd jerk off with his tongue buried up her farting shithole. When he did this, he really wasn't wasting himself much, though, for he was capable of six orgasms per day, and it was a rare day when he didn't get off that many times.

Roland kissed his way up her back, then wrapped his arms around her. His huge cock, like a hot steel pipe, throbbed between his hairy belly and her lower spine. He humped against her, bending his head down and biting her shoulders bouncing her tits in his hands. "You got more than the best ass in the world," he said, "you got a pair of the biggest and sexiest tits besides."

He bit her neck so hard that he almost drew blood.

Jessica went limp, her body covered with goose bumps from head to foot. Hot cuct juice gushed out of her pussy and dribbled down the inner sides of her thighs.

"Oh, God, take me!" she moaned. "Quick! Oh, God!"

That big macho beast on her back made her whimper and beg like a lioness in heat. And Roland was her stud lion. His hairy muscles against her caused her to tremble uncontrollably. She was his totally. She didn't care what he did to her, just as long as he did it quickly.

He carried her to the bed. She weighed nothing in his arms. He was more than a half foot taller than she was, and he outweighed her by a hundred pounds. He dropped her on the bed, positioned her on her hands and knees, and mounted her immediately. She sucked in her slim gut, arched her back, and turned up her ass.

"Fuck me!" she begged. "Oh, darling, do it!"

Grabbing her nearly waist-length brunette hair as if he were grabbing reins, he wiggled the head of his cock against her dripping pussy. She churned her ass, crazy to feel his cock fuck into her cunt.