Her pussy throbbed, aching for more. Blood rushed to her core. She felt wetness soaking into her panties. She dared not look around, that could give h...r away. She kept her expression neutral and scooted her bottom out a little, spreading her thighs to relieve some of the pressure building within her, and pretended to focus on her course book.The third wave hit, intense pleasure, all the way up the device. Her toes curled in her shoes. The faintest gasp escaped her lips, she couldn’t help it,. .. I'm the Last Man! Yeah, that would make sense; the aliens control the venue I appear in; I am the last free man left on their original planet! These creatures are reliving what to them, is a pivotal moment in their history. The capture that put them - without doubt - in absolute control of their birth-planet, where the nymphomaniacal shape-shifters had once been hunted and purged like parasites... like a disease. Now that disease had metastisized, spread and proliferated until all resistance. "He was my first lover too," whispered Brenda in her ear. "It's going to hurt at first but Sam knows what he's doing. Just don't fight it. Let him fuck you... fuck you... fuck you." No!" Darla screamed. She felt the pressure of Sam's prick nudging its way into her vagina and then a stinging sensation as her hymen was ripped away. Sam was kissing his young victim in a way that she'd never been kissed before. Darla tried to push her assailant away but her efforts lacked conviction. She was being. But due to family they were not able to do it. And she was missing sex a lot. Hence she asked me do you bed. After hearing this, I just removed her t-shirt and started kissing her on lips. We started smooching each other. Our tongue played with each other whereas my fingers were playing with her nipples and boobs.She brought her hand near my crotch and started fondling my dick on jeans. Then I also removed my t-shirt and jeans and removed her jeans too. She had worn pink panty. Her thighs were.