Why didn’t I put up more of a fight when I had the chance? If I wasn’t so busy looking at his penis like a dirty slut I could have fought him off...but instead I stood there and let him fuck me. I should have tried to bite it when he stuck it in my mouth but he shoved it so far in and it was so big I couldn’t bite down. She was crying again as I walked out of the house, got my car and pulled into her driveway. I went back in, grabbed the rest of my things, blindfolded her, undid the cuffs and. I can't go on much longer. Please, please, please..." she was at the point of sobbing and I knew she had had enough. I was not going to torture her anymore.I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. "Cum my slut! Cum for your KING!" I commanded her. Then I slapped her sopping pussy and clit three or four times and she exploded."OH FUCK SIRE! OHHH, I'M CUUMMINNGGG! OHHH!! she screamed out. Her juices poured out of her in a rush as her dam broke. She began pitching and writhing in my arms so much I. They gave each other a smile and then gingerly crept into the beds of their spouses. Jo Anne was too excited to sleep and lay in bed revisiting in her mind each detail of the fuck on the beach. She could feel grains of sand between her toes and around her crotch. She could feel Paul’s sperm lubricating her pussy. She began to fantasize other trysts and these fantasies blended with her recollections of the evening and she drifted off into warm tender dreams of butterflies and well-hung lovers. A. She pushed me onto my back on the kitchen floor and pulled my pants down, my cock sticking straight into the air. She mounted me, sliding slowly down my rod. Her pussy was tight, tighter than I would have guessed for someone her age. She started rocking her hips around with her hands on my chest. My balls were locked and loaded with a massive load of cum for her but she was so wet I could hold back for some time. After several minutes Gayle started to cum again moaning loudly and grinding hard.