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“Alright, Brisco, but you’re getting her cunt,” he laughed, looked at the dried seed that was already stuck to her pussy and pubic hair. “Come on, Patterson!” Brisco whined. But Patterson was insistent. “I only do asses, Brisco. I’m not about to start on those things at my age,” insisted Patterson. Trish gulped. She never let Mr. McMahon have anal sex with her. Hell, she had never let anyone have anal sex with her. Sure, a blowjob here or there or a straight fuck, but up her tight little Canadian ass. And look at the size of that thing! But still, these were McMahon’s closest confidants. There’s no way she could get away with rejecting these two.
“All right, you sweet little thing, let’s get going, I’m impatient,” said Brisco. He walked over to the lockers and sat down on one of the seats. “Have a seat, right here,” Brisco said as he pointed at his prick. Trish looked at him, looked at the door, and walked over. She knelt down and took him inside of her. Brisco was instantaneously very excited. He started pumping up and down. It was a while since he had gotten any and he was so excited his miniature penis was popping in and out as he went up and down. Trish was tired of this thing jabbing in and out, so she just squatted down all the way, fully impaling herself on Brisco’s dick.