<strong>Vern -  Handle with care</strong><br/><br/>Vern was grunting with the last few loads in his cannon in blissful ejection. His eyes closed and his throbbing pipe buried up to his balls in his tight little cunt.  Sweat pouring off his forehead and running rivers down Evie’s back. He bent over and was kissing her between the shoulders when she mouthed off.<br/><br/>“Huh?” He grunted and for a moment froze where he was planted.<br/><br/>“Nail? A fuckin nail?”<br/><br/>Vern  pulled out. His cock still spurting the last shots of man lust on the tile.<br/><br/>“Oh my, it’s a natural disaster. Here let me be of assistance,” Vern growled and snagged Evie by the hair.<br/><br/>“Don’t bother gettin up.” He barked as he dragged her out of the bathroom.<br/><br/>If she found her feet she’d be lucky. If she kept up with his ground eating pace even luckier. He didn’t care about the nail or much of anything else. She had sinned as far as he was concerned. She had deliberately made him think of something else while he was getting his nut off.  That made it a mortal sin.<br/><br/>He danced her on her toes to the lift and tossed her inside. When the door closed he had her hair again.<br/><br/>“Since you and Mark Anthony got along so good you two can be bed buddies tonight,” Vern threatened.<br/><br/>