I mauled her tits and I could feel her passion build and then there was the sense that she was cumming. She didn’t make a sound but I felt a heat an... wetness and I knew I had made her cum. Many describe a woman gripping their cock with their pelvic muscles. I felt nothing like that but instead there was this innate sense that her orgasm had taken over her body and mind. She clung to me with greater intensity with her head buried between my shoulder and neck. And I felt what had to be her tears.. It was just the beginning, but Mrs. Palomini was already emitting ear-piercing shrieks. That only made me want to shove my cock in further.And further in I went, pushing as far as her clenched ass would allow. The natural reaction of her sphincter was to tighten and push the intrusion back out, but all it did was create a snug fit for my dry cock inside her rear end.Still not deep enough.I labored to shove every last inch into her chute, unlubricated and raw. No oils. No protection. I wanted. ”Dean had heard the radio and he was knelt down below the combing, waiting. We could barely hear the whine of a small motor, like a trolling motor maybe, and out of the darkness we could finally see an aluminum boat, about twenty feet or so, inching its way closer.Dean hit the spotlight and yelled at the same time, “Stand off or we will open fire. Stand off or be fired on!”There was an almost immediate reaction from the smaller boat. Someone in the bow opened fire towards the spot light with. The pressure is building higher and higher. I feel movement as he places himself between my legs.I am so ready for him now. He pushes the head of his cock into my entrance and stops, and then he rotates his hips. I know my pussy is dripping wet now. I put my hands on his butt and try to pull him in deeper. He takes my hands and puts them above my head, holding them there. He is in control, and wants me to know it. I feel his lips on mine, his tongue slips inside my mouth as his stiff cock slips.