Duane now got into full stride.I had never seen a man move his hips like this. It was like watching a Salsa dance champion in full cry. His hips swaye... as he ground his cock into me. The level of pleasure he was giving me was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. As he danced he mumbled, “Yeah, baby, so… am I man enough for you?”I also started uttering my own, ‘yes, and fuck-me’s,’ in harmony with him.After a time, he turned me onto my left side and began a prostate massage of epic. Then he splashed my buttocks and made a big show of rubbing my ass crack. Well prepared as always, he lifted a small bottle of oil and dribbled it over my pussy, lots of it. He began to massage it over my smooth mound and almost immediately I felt a heat, an exquisite burning. It flowed between my lips and I felt my clit engorge further, until it was almost impossibly thick and stiff. I thought about asking what was in the liquid he’d just poured onto me, but I could see he was all business and. And it hurt. And I screamed."OH FUCK! THAT'S HURTS! OH FUCK!" That's right, bitch, take my cock up your ass. Tell me you can feel me. Tell me it hurts." She was getting into this in a way I had never imagined. "I can feel you. It hurts so badly right now."Just the head was in and I couldn't fathom taking the rest. At the same time, as badly as it hurt, it was a rush feeling that knob pop inside of me. "Just relax and take it, bitch. Guys always try to tell you that it's a good pain and you'll. "Well I was walking home alone like I do a lot and I was wearing my cheerleader outfit. I was walking down the left side of the road and this black pick up truck pulled up from the other side of the road," she began telling the story and my mind wondered between her taut legs to her little honey pot. As I locked on her black pouch, I heard 'pick up' and looked up at her eyes and her smiling face as she told her story."Yes," Jenny said as she could see I knew what who she was referring to now..