Each stroke began to be more erratic and unpredictable than before. When the blonde thought that I would spank her, I ended up with rubbing the paddle...on her warm ass. Each spank also sent her lurching forward and the weighted clips swung back and forth pulling against her nipples. I loved the way how her body responded as she slowly grew wetter by the second. Some females have a tendency to get aroused when being dominated and looked like this blonde here belonged to that category.When I had. “You’re really saying no?”Jesse nodded, remaining silent.“I think he’s mentally ill,” Candice said to Kirsten. Kirsten remained silent, neither confirming nor contesting the other girl’s comment.“Sorry, girls. That’s the way I see it. If you change your mind, we can discuss it, but I’m not going to agree to having an intimate relationship with two at the same time. That’s just not right,” Jesse said emphatically, picking up his lunch tray and heading for the door.The two young women sat. The feeling of fullness was incredible! In a way she was proud of herself. She had taken all 9" of me. I began to pull out but quickly thrust deep back in . I was building a rhythm gradually taking longer and longer deeper strokes until I had sheathing and unsheathing of my full 9" on each stroke. Her pussy resisting each thrust, clamping down in a vain attempt at stopping each subsequent penile impalement. Tears were pouring from her face as her tight canal was stretched, scrapped and torn by. But that wasn't enough to dowse her spirits, and, with three glasses of wine warming her, she found herself singing with the radio all the way home. As she turned into her driveway, though, her heart stopped momentarily. Had she left the garage door open? She never did that. And whose car was that inside? In the twilight, she couldn't see clearly. As she was about to turn around and leave, she realized that it was a pickup truck. Kenny's pickup truck, to be precise. She smiled to herself. Maybe.