"Maybe some lichen in the moss under your knees," he said, and they both laughed at his clever comeback.Felicia began to come. With every thrust, the ...utability of her world grew more remote. This was what she sought... day and night, night and day, a rain of sweat pelted the greenery beneath her, but she failed to notice, being filled to completeness from the furious fucking. A completeness that would soon fade away, leaving the constant craving for more that tortured her soul.Her eyes grew. “Push into me and let me feel you fill me. Fill me. Fill me. Let me feel you fill me,” she sang.“Are you writing beat poetry?” I laughed. We moved together, enjoying sliding in and out as we kissed and fondled.“I have an inspiration in me. I love you, Jacob.”“Yes,” I hissed. “I will always love you.” We were too focused on each other and making love to continue our conversation. Sometimes, making love to Donna was a long conversation simply punctuated with orgasms. This night, we were focused. I could almost feel your cum shooting up your cock under my hand." She pressed her palm at the base of my shrinking penis and moved it slowly upwards to expel any residual cum, which only added to the warm wet mess under my jeans. "Next time I want to do that without your jeans on so I can watch you messing your sexy panties." "They're not panties, Jennifer. Men don't wear panties, they wear boxers or briefs or underwear." She tried to look serious, but failed miserably. "Of course, I'm sorry.. Her clitoris, even the skin surrounding her vagina, stretched inwards towards the abyss that had once been her virgin vaginal channel. It did not help that she was small either—her vaginal length was no doubt paltry in comparison to the length and girth of his penis (the leather sheath surrounding it did not help either). What lack of length her vagina had was made up for the amount of length created by her compressed cervix. He knew she was in unspeakable agony, but ironically, there was no.