A blast of sperm shot up the shaft, exploding through the slit on its head, blasting against the back of her womb.Toni could feel his cum splashing of... her insides. The knowledge she was being filled up with sperm kept her already intense climax going. She began to tell him, fill me up baby. That’s it cum inside of me. I need your seed to get me pregnant. Toni had her eyes closed experiencing the most powerful orgasm of her life. Tim kept spraying Toni’s cunt full of baby making fluid, shooting. Betty shook her head from side to side, clamping her jaws shut. She wasn't going to take that filthy cock in her mouth! He could go right on and shove his prick back into his Levi's as far as she was concerned."Ohhhh, yeah. Man, oh, man, it's somethin' else havin' your cock stuffed up a butt! Christ, this one's got an asshole almost like a cunt. She's milkin' away at it. Christ, baby, where'd you learn somethin' like that? That's whoring, man, real whoring!"She couldn't help herself. Betty's. We walked down and got about up to our knees where the occasional waive just touched your sex unless you rose up to avoid it (and I did). We both scanned the horizon looking at the couple sailboats and lobster boats out there.“If you were back in your chair we would make one of your pictures wouldn’t we?” She said smartly.“You paid attention to what I said. Yes it would.” I said as I let go of her hand and turned around. She took my hand this time, not that I wasn’t going to offer it.She. Marcella loved to lay with the shy and malformed shapes. If lonely, they were always there for you. In the corner of every room, beneath every bookcase and immaculate piece of decorum. They knew her every secret.The slow creak of footsteps found her head spinning to the source. It crept by her door slowly, stopped, and returned. It became two coy knocks at her door.“Come In!” Marcella chimed, and pulled herself up to a sitting position. The blankets fell around her, their prison warped.Cynthia.