We go my house now."We didn't talk much during the drive home. She never dropped her accent or the role she was playing. Game or not, though, she was ...et lagged out and spent most of the trip asleep. I didn't press her; she needed the rest. I spent the time working out my own role. If she was the helpless mail-order-bride, that meant that I was the swinish, domineering, sexist male. This might be fun - as long as we both knew I was playing. I mentally adjusted my boorishness higher.I brought. "If I were a guy, seeing this would turn me on. Doesn't this turn you on? It's definitely working for me. I'm very wet, even despite these evil panties!"Her laugh was just so perfect, and she looked like the very definition of 'sexy' as she touched herself while rubbing my hard-on with her feet."You're not fooling me, Jake. Your throbbing cock is saying you aren't all that disappointed by my wearing panties. In fact, I think I should just lean over there and—"We were startled by the massively. With that you gave out a little whimper.He started to pound you as hard as he could. As fast as he could. Slamming in and out, in and out. This went on for a while before he took one hand off your hip and pushed down between your shoulder blades. This caught you off guard and your face fell forward and hit the bed. This sent your ass more in the air giving him better access. He started to fuck you even faster now. Waves of pleasure overtaking you and you felt a big orgasm coming. He was. He pumped her harder still, more than halfway inside her now, her cervix being smashed wider and wider by the head of his massive cock. He fucked her as fast as he could sending her body flailing up and down, her breasts smacking against her skin, the leather strip cutting into them with each thrust. She could feel the tip of his member start to push through the battered opening a little more each time he sank himself deep inside her. With a few more long violent thrusts, he felt her muscles.