My p*** r***** boyfriend’s hard 7″ r***** c*** fucked a nine year old boy as he walked along the short cut, the path beside the old paint factory. The boy was wearing a brown coat, a tee, shorts, white underpants, red socks, black canvas trainers. My boyfriend’s strong arms seized the boy and handcuffed his wrists behind his back. Shorts down, underpants pulled to the side, held over a pipe with his b** raised and his head down, and then the hard 7″ r***** c*** sank into the curved, s*** bottom, pushed, thrust, hurt the b** and unloaded. The boy is probably still there, handcuffed and suffering the sharp pain of a thoroughly raped backside. If he is still there tomorrow, he will get the hard 7″ r***** c*** up his backside again and again before being unlocked.

Late at night my p*** r***** boyfriend came to my house, got his hard 7″ r***** c*** out, fucked me at the front — I liked that — fucked my husband’s b** and then fucked our eight year old son. A minute later the hard 7″ r***** c*** raped our son’s buttocks again. The hard 7″ r***** c*** r**** our son so hard that he (son) will be rubbing his sore, throbbing bottom all day tomorrow. Then in the evening the hard 7″ r***** c*** will come to our house and r*** his b** again, deep and hard and painful.

Our son loves the hard 7″ r***** c***. The hard 7″ r***** c*** makes his feel loved, important, romantic, even glamorous. My husband is scared of getting the hard 7″ r***** c***. I adore the hard 7″ r***** c*** and the man who wields it.