“He moved his hips back and forth, pulling his penis in and out of my pussy. When he shoved back into me, my breasts bounced and his balls slapped a...ainst my thighs. He was on top of me like a horny beast, holding me down and holding his body against me so I couldn't move. He just kept thrusting and pushing. It was making this slick, soppy wet noise as my pussy suctioned on his penis. It was hurting, but it was feeling good too. My screams and sobs became huffing and moaning. I started moaning. “Remember when we were like, what, 12, and decided we needed to know how to kiss before the middle school dance?” she asked her best friend. Tara started laughing too. “Yes! I can’t believe we did that.” “It’s not even like it was a one time thing,” Lauren said, remembering back to all the hours they’d spend in Tara’s room. They chose Tara’s house because her parents were divorced and her mom was always working. They’d race home from school every day for 2 weeks, thunder up the stairs to Tara’s. He had no idea what the human was saying, but it sounded encouraging to him, so he continued to pump away at his willing bitch beneath him, as he had been doing two or three times a week for the last month. Michelle stood frozen to the ground, with her mouth agape, as she could see Chico's red cock slamming into Julie's pussy from her vantage point. It looked bigger and angrier than she had ever seen it before, and Chico was moving with an enthusiasm she had never seen. Michelle's brain was. Two of us wandered over to get McKeighan on his feet and we moved off in a gaggle. Clint got on the radio and asked for extract. We were told that the area was too hot and given a set of grid coordinates. It would take us at least two hours to reach that spot with our wounded. Over the next two hours, we caught sporadic small arms fire that we returned with a vengeance until we came into sight of the river. As we traveled towards it, Clint had attempted to reestablish contact with the JG and no.