Her kinky little pubes caught fire after a few seconds, and Bob began to jack off watching her pussy area slowly turn a brownish color from the fire. ...er cunt lips seemed to whither, like the petals of a woodland flower caught in a forest fire. He would liked to have simply burned the bitch's whole corpse, but that involved obvious risks that he was not ready to take at the moment. After spying a broom in one corner of the room, Bob knew there were other ways to have fun with the corpse of a. Pleasure exploded in Clay's head, and a moan escaped his lips.Joan withdrew, and entered again, this time all the way. Clay gasped with the shock. And as Joan pulled out again, he pushed up to meet her next stroke. Joan grinned - she'd always known fucking someone like this would be great. She drew it out for as long as she could, driving into Clay softly then hard, then slowing down again when she got too close to climax. She especially enjoyed watching Clay's titties bounce as she pounded. Inaudible but as clear as day...almost like you are begging...craving... I know what you want. My pants come off almost immediately, you would be insulted if they stayed on any longer. We only have about 3-4 hours after all and I know how you like to make every minute count. It's as if you've been deprived of everything you need to just exist. The way you make your way towards me, your eyes fixed on my now throbbing cock, like an a****l stalking it's prey. You move in as close as possible. “Is it what you imagined?” “Better!” He leaned me backwards and met my breast with his mouth. Drawing it in tightly, he suckled on my nipple. My legs shook and a white tingle of electricity ran through my chest and into my vagina. “Oh fuck!” I moaned. I held onto his head, clumping his hair together in my fist as he took me with all of his power. His hand running up and down my bare legs and in between my thighs. He felt at my hairless mound and nuzzled his thumb into my clitoris. My wetness.