So close she could see people clearly. She should have been more afraid but she was still so horny. She needed his cock inside her. She slipped off of...him. Lifting her leg up high, above heals like she practice in Ballet, she let him see her pussy. Pretty pink and wet. So wet, pussy juice was dripping sliding down her legs. “Please, Santa put your cock inside. Impale me with your cock. Violate this perverted pussy. Need you fat cock deep inside me.” She moans out. “You really don’t care that. And told me, “Not so fast, big boy.” I just smiled at her. “So, did you like what I did with the place?” She asked. “Hell yeah!” I replied.She slowly moved towards me, removed my t-shirt. She put her arms inside, wrapping them around me. God! It felt good. I could feel the warmth of her body. She moved down and deftly undoes my leather belt, then the top button of my Levi’s.She pulled down my jeans, and my already thick and hard cock sprung out. She holds it firmly and looks at me with her. You can see her off the premises. I'll talk to Jan tonight, OK?"Harry walked home slowly that evening. The weather was quite mild for mid April and he felt the beginnings of spring. He called at the corner shop for a frozen TV dinner and arrived home about six thirty.The food was soon consumed and he cleared away. Then he remembered the housework that had been omitted over the weekend. He soon had the washing machine filled and whirring away while he dusted and polished his furniture. He. I grab her by the waist and pull her up on her knees, spreading them wide in front of me. I force my huge cock deep inside her, pulling her back onto me with each violent thrust. I continue my attack on her pussy, slamming into her relentlessly harder, deeper and faster. Her cries are lost in the pillows as her mind races wildly. she is flooded with emotion---pain, helplessness and pleasure. She thinks, " I missed the sexual assault, with this man." Her body is defenseless against me, her mind.