His hands on my hips, pulling me into him, his cock deep in my ass. He surprised me, and excited me, when he pulled my hair, pulling my head back, and...said "are you our little fuck toy slut?" "yes" I moaned.He put his other hand on my throat, squeezing slightly. "I liked fucking your throat, slut! You will do that again! You want it, don't you?" His thrusts growing more violent as he spoke. "Yes, I do" I managed to squeak out. Tammy watched as my cock swung under me, Jake's forceful thrusts. His boldness made me shy, “Please Kishore, don’t kill me with this question,” I closed blanket on my face and said, “Ok da, that is fine for the scene.”He gently pulled down the blanket only from my face and looked at me. I shouted, “Ayyo, why you are seeing my face while I’m dying in shy?” He smiled, “My Anni’s face with shyness is the beautiful emotion in the world. I want to see it.”I controlled and tried to change the topic, “Kishore you acted naturally.”Kishore: You too Anni, very natural. Lou remained suspended inside Marci, not moving. He giggled and she cried as the serenade continued for several minutes.When the noise died down, Lou began to stroke inside her. Marci felt nothing except the continuing pain. Outside the car, teen aged boys and girls in various stages of undress and coupling watched as Lou's jalopy bounced up and down on its worn springs. When, without warning, Lou suddenly exploded his sperm into Marci and collapsed on top of her, and the bouncing of his car. It seemed that Cecil wanted to try out every position that she had ever heard of and we realized ecstasy in all except those that our vastly different body geometries wouldn’t allow us to use. Cecil’s parents were going to pick her and her stuff up in their SUV during the morning of her last Saturday. However since my wife had left very early Saturday morning to visit her sister – I didn’t usually make those trips since my brother-in-law and I were less compatible than oil and water – it.