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“So anyway, we’ll BOTH have to bring the car in tomorrow so you can drive me home. I don’t understand why they weren’t able to just fix it while they had it yesterday, but apparently they mixed up the part they ordered and….”

Mrs. D’s voice was droning on, but it barely registered with April. She was gritting her teeth with her face mashed into a pillow, bent over the arm of a couch in their house, trying not to whimper while Mr. D steadily sodomized her.

His big hands were gripping her soft buttocks, spreading them as he no doubt stared down at the sight of his dick sliding in and out of her snug little butthole. He was hurting her, but at least he wasn’t doing it hard. But he was just keeping it at the same pace, in and out, in and out. His fingers dug into the pale flesh of her buttocks. He was lubed, but every tug and push of his hardon in her butthole was stretching and pinching her. Her little hole was sore and burning. She gritted her teeth and tried to keep quiet.

“How much did you say it was gonna cost?” Mr. D. grunted to his wife as he kept impaling the fat ass upturned in front of him.

“Four hundred dollars! And I can not remember if that was everything honestly. I’m starting to regret buying that car, and if you asked me, maybe we should consider….she continued to ramble. Her voice was a little harsh and annoying, but it was the least of April’s concerns as she held tight onto the pillow and kept her big butt stuck up for Mr. D. In ad out, and and out. He kept spearing slowly up her little butthole, pushing all the way in so the thick base of his cock stretched her out and made her eyes water, then sliding out so his tip was almost all the way out, or even fully withdrawing and then penetrating her again. He was being really selfish as he half-listened to his wife.

April was really hoping he’d finish soon. Both because he was hurting her poor ass hole, and because she needed to pee. She’d needed to go a little when he started, but she hadn’t anticipated him taking this long. And his cock was squeezing her bladder when he forced into her, making it much worse.

She was really trying to just make it through her assfucking, but it was getting harder and harder, and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold it. She didn’t want to interrupt either of them. Mrs. D just wouldn’t shut up, though.

“…take the Honda that Jason and Sandy bought, they say they haven’t had any of these problems with-”

“Mister D?” April choked, lifting her face up from her pillow.

“Eh, what’s that?” Mr. D asked. Both he and his wife paused, a little surprised that April was speaking up.

“Um, I’m sorry for interrupting, but I really really have to pee” April whined.

“Just hold it for a few minutes more” he grunted brusquely and resumed steadily pumping her butthole. April’s stomach twisted up in a knot and she couldn’t hide her expression of dismay quickly enough in the pillow. Mrs. D noticed.

“Dear, if she has to pee, you should probably let her” she chided her husband as he buttfucked the chubby ass he was still gripping.

“She can hold it” he sighed, a note of annoyance in his voice, his hips still steadily driving his erection.

“That’s a new couch. I don’t want her making a mess on it. Just let the girl pee and then finish with her” Mrs. D said, her voice a little exasperated.

Mr. D gave April’s jiggly bottom two more slow jabs, then he heaved another sigh and withdrew. Her puffy little asshole glowed angry red and glistened with lube. “Fine” he huffed, and stepped back. “Go ahead and get up.”

April stood, wincing, reaching back and rubbing her sore little violated anus.

“Well, hurry up and take a piss and then get your fat butt back here” Mr. D. said, a bit impatiently, his irritation directed seemingly more at his wife than April.

“Yes sir” April whispered, scampering off in only her t-shirt to the bathroom just around the corner in the hallway.

She could hear the two of them continuing to chat about the car as she sat and emptied her bladder, shivering. At least THAT discomfort was over. She quickly wiped up and returned. Mr. D. was casually masturbating his rigid veiny cock as he listened to his wife, who was now complaining about all the events her friends were trying to schedule over the next few weekends.

“Anyway, Danielle and Todd really want us to make it to their housewarming. I don’t see what the big deal is, but she said she’s been planning it for a month, and she gave me a LIST of side dishes to choose from…”

Her shrill complaints continued as April stepped back to the arm of the couch and bent back over, sticking her big butt back up over the side. Mrs. D was still rambling as Mr. D spread April’s buttocks and pressed himself back up her sore little butthole. April couldn’t help squirming as he just forced up through her agonized back door. The lube helped…a little.

He went back to thrusting in her steadily, gripping her cheeks as Mrs. D continued to chatter.

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