We had both had a good work out and had come back to my house. We had felt each other up in the shower and both got really turned on. Unlike last time...Sam was not in a hurry to fuck.“I’m feeling properly horny right now, but I don’t have to hurry. Would you like us to sixty-nine each other?“ she asked.This was another thing that I hadn’t done in years. Sam took her cue from my smile.She lay on top of me, and started sucking my cock. I was already semi-hard from our time in the shower but Sam’s. . oh." It felt huge inside of me. I felt like he was splitting me open. My ass was throbbing but wouldn't you know, I wanted more."Can you take it, bitch?" he asked. Him calling me "bitch" just made me want it even more."Yes, please, oh, please, slide it into me. I need to feel it!"He was happy to oblige. He pushed into me. My insides gripped at him and my cock spasmed as he buried himself deep. I could feel the heat from his body against me. I could feel the weight he was putting onto me. He. Parents and grandparents were standing with their children and grandchildren waiting for a chance to pay their 50 cents for a ride on the turn-of-the-century, hand-carved, hand-painted carousel. As I get closer to the carousel, I notice the people are frozen like mannequins. I desperately need help or he’ll catch me. I can’t see him behind me yet, but I can feel that he’s getting closer. I’m standing among the crowd of people/mannequins screaming for help. ‘Someone please help me! Call 911!. MMMMmmmmmmm, yes, yes yes.” Here voice went right to the ceiling as he drove it all the way in and she just curled up and took it. She was squeaking like an eight year old now that he had gotten beyond her deepest depths and could still fuck her at will. Her cries were intoxicating and amazingly kinky, like he was fucking the little girl trapped inside this twenty-two year old hottie.Meanwhile Ms. Madison was doing her fair share of torturing by continuously sucking her clit while enjoying his.