The only things I could move were my mouth and tongue. And move them I did. I licked and sucked her magic spot. She went crazy. I noticed that there w...s a lot more moisture than I could attribute to my licking her. I put two of my fingers into her and discovered she was soaked. I started moving my fingers in and out of her in time with my tongue. She went crazy! She was screaming and jerking uncontrollably. She was in continuous orgasm. Suddenly she stiffened and just stopped moving, collapsing. I might enjoy the thought, but I am here to be your slut. You are in control of when I get to cum. You open the door and practically drag me inside. Without a word you push me back against the door and kiss me hard, forcing your tongue roughly into my mouth. You have one hand around my throat, pinning me against the door. The other undoes your fly and you press against me, hard already. You break the kiss and your hand moves from my throat to my hair, pulling me down to my knees. You trace the. Some pussy juice dripped on the floor. "Sit on it," he told her. He laid down and she straddled him. She slowly lowered her pussy down on his massively thick dick. They both let out a moan and she began to bounce up and down. As she moved faster she could feel his cock massage her G-spot. With one hand he pinched her nipple and wrapped the other hand around her throat. She never thought a momentary lack of oxygen would be such a turn-on. "Unh uh uh! Oh shit, I'm gonna cum again!" she. ‘Karen!’ Patrick yelled at her, but got no answer. Tearing on the passenger side door, it wouldn’t budge. He reached out and tore the remains of the passenger side window out, slashing his hands even more in the process on the shattered glass, struggling to get inside the window to reach her. Looking in, blood was pouring out of a gash on her neck in huge spurts, he reached into his back pocket for the rag he had stuck there, pressed it to the wound. It was all he had. She came awake, turned.