She reached back and held on to the seat back, a tear welling in her eye and a grin plastered across her exhausted face as she prepared to receive the...hardest reaming of her life. He popped his head in past her pussy lips and she drew in a breath. His hands slid along her body to grip her hips while the rest of the guys slid into the opposite booth to watch. She braced and waited, her puffy, abused, dripping wet pussy trying to swallow the overengorged head of his cock, holding her breath until. He held motionless until she stopped screaming, and then proceeded to push further in. She was very tight; tighter than Ashley, and tighter than anyone he could remember recently. He pushed very slowly as her muscles allowed him entry into her sex chamber. John felt his cock hit bottom, the tip of her womb, long before his eight plus inches had managed to find a home. She winced when it hit the cervix, and John pulled back slightly and stayed there for a moment. Finally he began to withdraw,. This wasn't a real cock, no need to romance it. It got about halfway down before she gagged but she pulled up briefly before working it down her throat until her nose was pressed against the tiles, she hadn't even gagged hard yet - that won't do. Withdrawing it completely before sliding it smoothly to the back of her throat she began to rythmically fuck her face with the thick dildo. Attempting to swallow every time it was buried in her throat, her mind started to go blank as her entire world. "She was thinking "Hurry, I want you to feel sloppy seconds on your dick" as he slid his cock into her. And then she turned it loose and tried to fuck his brains out. It would be their last time and she wanted to give him something to remember - something he could look back on and be sorry that he had tossed it away. She fucked him five times that night - the most they had ever done - and she was trying for six, but her mouth just could not get him back up and all the while he was trying to.