Isabelle bites the padding beneath her, trying to relax herself enough to accommodate his girth. Sean is barely making it in, trying to think of the w...rse things possible to hold himself back from cumming already - after all, he has never been inside a woman, save Isabelle's mouth.Rubbing quickly, Sean's fingers do their magic on Isballe's clit. She bucks, grinding herself into his hands as he fucks her ass. "Isabelle, I cannot handle it, I must cum!" he whispers urgently, his dickhead pulsing. It's getting tighter. You scramble to loosen the laces, but your fingers aren't working right. Your eyes are blurry and you have to close them, your stomach is doing flip flops because your freaking out so badly. It's getting harder to breathe until finally the laces relax and you can take a full breathe in. At this point you're layed down on the bench almost hyperventilating, but you try to slow your inhale and the exhale. "Focus, " you say to yourself. "Focus, and you'll be just fine." You. “Look at me.”I stare into her face and she lets the crop drop. Her hand is on my stomach. It moves down. Over my panties. Her first two fingers start to rub me through the panties. Waves of pleasure.“Cum for me Suzy.”She moves faster. And I’m whimpering. Chest heaving. Having trouble staying conscious. She slows down and stops. I shake my head.“If you want to cum, you have to work for it. Move over my hand.”I move my hips back and forth. Her hand perfectly placed. I move more. My mouth was full and overflowing. I swallowed hard. So fucking dirty, but I swallowed again. My body was soaked in piss. My mouth filled over and over but I swallowed it all. His flow started to slow, so I sucked his cock for more. I had lost all sense of what was right or wrong. I sucked as he hardened in my mouth. His piss a mere trickle now. I sucked him like a ten dollar street whore. His bladder was drained, so I wanted his cum. My hair dripped his piss from the ends as I pulled my head.