"I'm just off Manor Road," she said. "Is that alright?"I nodded my head, and she climbed in the passenger seat. "Martina." Nick. Nice to meet you, Mar...ina." God, I'm so wet already," she said. She pulled a towel out of her gym bag and started to wipe off her arms and face. "I'm sorry for messing up your car." "Mess it up all you like," I smiled. She caught my playful tone and turned her eyes to me again, and I could feel her giving me the once over. "Your first time, right?" she asked. "I don't. "This is the one, Captain. Human. Very durable." You better mean what you say. I have a crew of six. Without a fucktoy, tensions are high." I can see that, Captain. But the advantage of a human is that it has three usable holes. Only one generates a consistent sexual response, but they are very responsive if -- " Why do I care how responsive it is? How it experiences getting fucked doesn't matter, so long as it's strong enough to take a pounding but weak enough to hold down. Three holes, you. Then one day, you waited with me in the lunch line. We went to the tables where the kids in trouble ate. You always knew when my mommy, or someone who would tell on me, came to school and didn’t even come near me at lunchtime. One day dad picked me up from school and saw I was sad. We talked about it. He asked me a lot of questions he said I had to answer before coming back to ask him about you again. I got all the answers, but it was too late to fix what my mom had done to you. Dad’s questions. “But wai-”Tax grabbed her ankles. Spread her wide.Slammed home.His cock pressed to her sex and then plunged down to fill her as completely as he could. He ducked his head forward, hissing softly as the girl writhed underneath him, her voice becoming a high pitched squeak. Words failed her as her fingers grabbed onto submoss and her back arched. Her brown breasts bounced as she started to rock and bump her hips against him, her butt almost leaving the floor with every powerful thrust. Her skin.