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Patterson was still enjoying himself as he hammered her bunghole, but this was too much for Brisco. He screamed out and immediately started shooting up into her cunt. Layer after layer of cum joined Mr. McMahon’s deep inside her, and his cock started to get smaller and he pulled out. “Hold up, I’m done,” said Brisco, “Let me out.” Patterson grabbed Trish and pulled her up while stick keeping her attached to his dick. Brisco crawled out from under, a devious grin on his face. “Thank you very much, Trish. Mr. MacMahon will be so pleased,” he said. “Any pussy good enough for Mr. MacMahon is good enough for me,” he laughed and put on his clothes and left.
“You’re no Mr. McMahon,” Trish thought to herself as his sperm dribbled out between her legs. But there was little time to think as Patterson pushed her hard down on to the bench Brisco had been sitting on. She very lewdly was hanging over the bench, her tits hanging over the side and her ass high in the air being poked by Patterson.