Jackhammer hard, jackrabbit quick thrusts drove deep into my slippery wet, self-lubricating vagina. Guttural grunts and monstrous moans accompanied t...e physical molestations. I guess I couldn’t complain because I was making my own noises, too. I whimpered, I cried, I cheered as my vagina began spasming with orgasms. I began cumming hard, oh so much harder than I had ever cum using my own individual self-manipulations. My cunt began spraying my lover with spurts of body-hot feminine. Connie wants results, not play-by-play.”I crossed my arms, hugged myself. A sports metaphor for killing someone without hesitation. With premeditation. And driving calmly away. We didn’t exchange another word, although I had plenty of them bottled up, until we got home well after midnight.We stopped first on a narrow Maryland bridge. No traffic. Matt reached up, clicked off the switch for the dome light before he opened the Ford’s door. He walked around the back. I watched through the side. ” and squirted cunt juice all up my shaft and balls and belly. It ran down my legs onto the floor and soon I was standing in a pool of warm slippery slim but I didn’t stop and nor did she. Moments later she screamed “again. I’m cumming again. Fuuckkkkkk” and that spurned me on. I wanted to see how many times she would cum before begging me to stop. There wasn’t as much cunt juice this time but enough to make the pool bigger and more slippery. Carols heels lifted off the floor with each thrust. There was awhite training bra, white frilly boy shorts, a pair of Calvin Kleinjeans, and an oversized black sweatshirt with a zipper in the front. Onthe floor she noticed a pair of black closed-toe pumps with a four inchheel.As she pulled the boy shorts up past her thighs, she noticed her clitty-cock was half hard with a bubble of pre-cum on the pee hole. Just thethought of her first doctor visit excited her into near bliss.Shayna hooked the training bra around her waist, but before she.