I imagined Jim Murta talking to me. …“I might just be fucking your wife tomorro

I imagined Jim Murta talking to me. …“I might just be fucking your wife tomorrow, Dave, in the bar’s men’s room, and there’ll be nothing you can do about it. You won’t cock-block me any more than you did the last time, when your knocking on the bathroom door didn’t stop me. This time, the door will be open, and I’ll let you watch. I’ll tell you to stand back as I fuck your wife. I’ll give you the finger right to your face as I spew a big fat load of my seed inside your precious wife’s pussy. That’s how I’ll top it off, bitch, that’s the cherry on top I’ve got for you, telling you to go fuck yourself as I sperm up Ashley’s pussy, as you stand there, scared and fucking speechless.” -- source link

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