To claim that he was gentle would be an out right lie. He was only searching for a warm wet hole. When his cock made contact with mine he lunged forwa...d. Missing the first time his hard cock hit my slit to high and it slid easily with all the lube and my juices up and onto my belly leaving a slimy trail clear past my belly button. He withdrew his thrust and on the next one forward his cock found my opening. The force at which it entered my wet spot literally knocked my breath from me. Just as I. With a little help he found my opening and started sliding into my wet sheath.His hard young black cock was like a spear impaling me. A soft moan escaped my lips as he traveled further into me."Am I hurting you?" Brad nervously asked."Yes, but it is a nice kind of hurt." I smiled.My legs closed around him and drew him the remainder of the way into me feeling his balls on my ass."Oh fuck!" I cried feeling so full of cock."Fuck me Brad, fuck me hard." I pleaded.It was like the first time I had. Unfortunately the mattress had had cleaning fluid poured over it, making it impossible to get any DNA evidence there.That triggered something in my memory, and I dug through the files to refresh my recollection. I found a five-year-old case involving a 15-year-old girl that had been kidnapped and brutalized over a period of months in the Denver area. Her name was Angela Wilkins. With the idea that there seemed to be some parallels, I did a nation-wide search and found that she had moved out. Brenda’s hand was still tightening on that one ball. She was looking to see a pain response but in fact only continued to arouse him the tighter she gripped his balls. He did wince every now and then when her hands squeezed his balls almost flat and he relaxed as those same hands massaged his balls back into perfect ovals.Brenda slipped her other hand up his thigh and wrapped both hands around the entire bulging sac. She pressed and pushed up and down, pushed outward and we all watched as they.