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Every time I hit her cervix, she would let out a squeak. She was tight, even tighter than Jill had been the first time. Her pussy felt scalding hot as I pounded her. She moaned and groaned between squeaks, gasping for breath. I didn't think about being gentle, her bold advances had triggered me somehow, all I could think about was driving my prick into her as hard and deep as I could. She stiffened, squealing through clenched teeth as she came. I could feel her juices flooding around my prick as I made about three more hard pounding strokes and emptied my balls into her clenching pussy. She still held me as deep as she could, her eyes unfocused and glassy, panting for breathe. I slowly pulled back until my prick fell out on her. I wiped myself off with my hand then wiped my hand on some dry grassy weeds. I stepped back, stuffing my prick back into my pants, watching her. Her eyes focused, she grinned at me. “That was a good Cartoons one,” she said, “you're a lot better than Franky.” She pulled a bandanna out of her pants hip pocket, folding it into a narrow pad and held it over her pussy as she worked her panties up to hold it in place. She got her pants up and was putting on her shoe. I silently handed her the t-shirt. I was feeling a little guilty and a little scared. Her dad could have snapped me like a twig. “I think you should keep a little distance,” I said, “this is wrong .” “Don't be silly,” she said, “what daddy doesn't know wont hurt him.” “What I know might hurt you,” I said, “I might not be as gentle next time, if there is a next time.” “You didn't hurt me at all,” She said, “or not much, and it was a good kind of hurt.” What if I'd bent you over that table and fucked your ass,” I said, being deliberately crude, “and left you a bloody mess with a good chance of a serious infection?” She looked a little startled, looking me up and down, suddenly uncertain. “You'd do that to me?” hentai she asked in a small voice. “You come on to me like that out of the blue,” I said, “and there is no telling what will happen. I would be worse if you try it with Peter.” I saw a bit of fear in her eyes, quickly covered by bavado. “I'm a big girl,” she said, “your just trying to scare me.” His work was slow and methodical, analyzing every inch of the horn before continuing. How could I manage to escape this mess? Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the log in Mark's pants. I rose, feeling the queen's eyes on my naked, muscular body. When asked she could speak freely. As I tingled deep down in my stomach. She pecked tenderly Cartoons at my lips as she started to kiss me again. The helpless girl attempted to wrench herself free, or topple the barrel over, but neither plan was rewarded with success. The two of them hentai continued this play again for several minutes until Karen began turning her head, trying to offer her mouth to Scott. She grabbed my cock and guided it to her hungry pussy. We had driven about fifty miles with neither of us speaking a word. Turning to me concerned. Two minutes later he was playing with two little girls he had played with earlier. I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss him or cry.