Her muscles in her stomach, tighten around the object, drawing it still deeper within her. The object then starts moving again. This time encouraging ... bigger response, her body shakes, she cannot take too much more. Her muscles convulse once more, her toes curl as the waves of pleasure reach her extremities. She cries out in a low, guttural groan that fills the house. Her stomach muscles pull the object in once more, where it pauses for a second, before moving again. She is hit by a third wave. She told me I needed to finish, she wanted to get some sleep. So I sped the stroke up and hit her cervix a few times by accident. She was nice about it and took it. Then the big moment when i splashed a major load in her small pussy. juice ran every where and she knew it. she ask if the condom broke, I lied and told her she must have pulled it off when she was jerking my cock. She ask if I had anything? I told her no, I was clean. She laughed and said she bets I do not knock her up. She went to. Why does that please me so? It must be the kid in me. It will be a few minute drive to your house. The anticipation of spending the day with you courses through my veins. In my mind I envision myself driving like Jason Statham’s character in his action movies. Driving at excessive speed and drifting around every turn in a whirlwind of smoke and squealing tires. In reality, I drive swiftly but safely to my destination. I arrive to your quaint little home on this beautiful summer morning. The sun. They did this for me the very next year as well. Everything began very slowly although I ought to haveknown what was happening. My buddy, and I were, like, eighteen years old. Late at nightour conversations about girls really escalated and verysoon progressed to his bringing out his porn stash, whichof course back then consisted merely of magazines; Hustler, Penthouse, Gallery and the such. I remember quite well my friend trying to convey how differentit was out there and inevitably used.