"No!~~ Don't!~~ Ah!~~ You can't!~~ I... I'll do whatever you say, okay?!~~ You!~~ Ah!~~ Haa!~~ You can fuck me however you want!~~ Please!~~ Don't touch my daughter!~~ Aha!~~ Ha~~ I'll serve you!~~ Serve you until you're satisfied!~~ Ah!~~ Fuck me!~~ Ah!~~ Harder!~~ Ah!~~ Haa!~~" Margaret moaned and begged Harry while her trembling body caused the knife she was using to cut eggplants to shake violently, clattering onto the countertop.
"Oh yeah? However I want to fuck you? I think you slut actually want me to fuck you to death! Mrs. Margaret, I never realized you were this slutty before!"
Harry leered at Margaret, who was writhing beneath him, sprawled over the countertop and panting with pleasure. He grabbed her silky hair and yanked his wet, sticky penis out of her dripping pussy before roughly shoving her to the ground and growling, "Words aren't enough. Prove it with actions! Show me how well you can serve me! Huh?"
