After a ten-minute pause, Smitty, more eager than ever, quickly refilled the gap left between Kay's firm young legs. His hand slid up her smooth skin and rested once more on her round breast. Her aroused nipple was much larger than before.
Greedily, he sucked it into his mouth, making gulpy sounds like a baby with a bottle. His cheeks worked in and out like billows. Kay could feel her tit being stretched yet it didn't hurt. There was nothing like an experienced man to make a girl feel sensational!
He drew his mouth off her tits long enough to insert one finger between his lips, moisten it and slide it easily into her moist pussy. He worked it around her hot inner flesh trying to stimulate her clitoris.
"That's it!" she exclaimed.
Smitty rubbed his fingertip swiftly back and forth on her hard knob, bending it teasingly while his lips, puckered and sucked on her breast.
His hungry mouth gobbled up her tits as if he were starving. Kay could only thrill to the touch of his lips. His mouth seemed to draw as much pleasure from her as his cock did. That gave Kay an idea.
"Smitty…"
He stopped sucking.
"Yeah?"
"Let me try something, okay? I want to test my versatility. Is that all right with you?"
"Sweets, as long as you do it with your clothes off, I'm game for anything."
Kay gently guided him off her body and turned him onto his back on the bed with his knees bent and his feet on the floor. She got down on the floor on her knees between his hairy legs and ran her hands up and down them just to feel their solidity.
She smiled at him and said, "Smitty, I'm going to give you some head."
Smitty, the soul of patience, pulled a pillow behind his head and prepared to watch her. His cock was standing straight up showing all its blue and red veins. From Kay's point of view it looked as big as the Washington Monument, only fatter at the top.
She clutched his balls in one hand and cradled them gently. She stretched her head back, tossing her hair off her face.
She had to get his long cock at the proper angle to suck it. She adjusted her knees and brought his plump prick toward her mouth. It was darker than his skin and going limp. She opened her mouth. One hand guided his cock to her lips and she put a couple of inches of it into her mouth, holding its weight in her hand.
Kay sucked slowly and tentatively until she got a feeling for the kind of pressure that pleased him. He seemed relaxed but not excited. He must be a fucker and a tit-kisser, she surmised.
Once more she cupped his balls in her free hand and scratched at their crinkled flesh lovingly and tenderly with her fingernails. That action brought the blood to his cock and it began to take shape again. With her mouth sucking on the head of his cock his blood slowly flowed into it making it resemble one of those gracefully arching natural rock bridges.
To Kay it had a delectable length. Viewing it from this angle she understood the fascination of phallic worship. As it expanded to its true length Smitty seemed self-conscious about the size of it. By the time it was fully grown it was ramrod hard with all its veins standing out. The head of it had expanded dramatically. Smitty blushed but his blush seemed full of pride.
"Now I know what they mean when they say a guy is God's gift to women."
Kay felt all the swelling his cock was going through while it was incubating inside her mouth. As she moved down its fat length the next few inches-made her throat feel sore. She concentrated on making him feel good, however, and forgot about her discomfort.
She let her mouth moisten the skin of his cock so it would slide more easily down her throat. That was where she wanted it. She found that by driving up from below and following the arc of his cock she could come down on it in slow motion. The image of a dolphin leaping into the air and reentering the water came to her mind.
Smitty didn't push or move much at all. His cock seemed to be going farther into her throat than she'd imagined possible. She worked slowly. She let his organ advance at its own pace, sliding easily over her tongue and tonsils. She was moving her back a lot and squatting up and down on her haunches as she gave him the blow job.
Smitty experienced new heights of pleasure as her mouth touched parts of his cock with new pressure and it expanded the sensations he was feeling. His hips joined her subtle movements.
Kay's mouth bridged the distance between his abdomen and the head of his cock by opening and closing, going back and forth, back and forth. His cock tingled in her throat as it moved silkily up and down her tonsils. She bobbed up and down on his hot prick as deeply as she could manage. He placed his big hands on her collarbones and thrust forward with his hips at a quick short pace.
His long cock began to make her throat burn. Yet she was stimulated by her sucking and felt a spot in her crotch growing damp.
She needed air. She pulled off his cock a bit and glanced down at it. It was quite smooth on the head, but her lower lip and tongue could feel the roughness of its underside. His veins were fat, just like on the cock of her dreams.
Smitty put one hand in her hair and directed her mouth back down his throbbing prick. His cock had sunk to the deepest point in her throat. It went even farther. It got past the uncomfortable spot where it made her gag. He drove it deeply but so gradually, so it wasn't an intrusion, it seemed to be letting her throat slowly expand to accommodate its impressive length.
Kay found something new, some muscles in her mouth she never knew were there. Eagerly she tried them out.
She was astonished to find room in her mouth for her tongue to move around. She let it crawl, snake-like, over the sides of his cockhead. It undulated back and forth, rubbing against the veins on its bottom side. She brought her tongue forward to her teeth so it moved up the length of his prick, then drew it back. All the time he kept up the fucking motion with his hips.
Kay tried to coil her tongue around his cock. Her spiraling tongue stretched itself till the base of it hurt and she let it relax and fall back to a more normal position.
"That's it, sweets, suck my hot prick."
Immediately, Kay pushed her mouth forward, straining for all she was worth to get as much of his cock into it as she could crowd. She went back and forward. Again and again she traveled its length with her wet lips. She felt his body tensing and felt the muscles contract.
Kay pushed her face to his belly as quickly as she could do without missing a stroke. Her body felt as if she were rushing, actually rushing, to engulf his cock.
"Suck me, sweets, oh, suck the shit out of me. C'mon!"
His words made her lose all restraint. Greedily, she strained her neck to get his cock down it as far as she could. She didn't know what she was doing, all she could feel was the heat building up in her body, her tits tensing and hurting a little from being so stimulated.
Her throat felt stretched. Her eyes were watering, her mouth aching and yet she forced herself to engulf as much fat cock as she could. It wasn't enough, she wanted more and she made her whole body shudder she was so eager to swallow his cock.
"I'm getting there, sweets."
A few more frantic strokes with her head and she knew he was going to come.
"Yeah, baby; oh, yeah!"
He let out a gut-based rumble and his legs began twitching uncontrollably. His cum came racing up his cock and splashed into her throat. With each beat of his heart his cock flexed. Gobs of cum were rushing through it. Desperately she moved her tongue, trying to heighten the sensation for them both.
Smitty's coming was plentiful and she found she couldn't take it all. She had to pull off. As it was exposed to the less warm air outside her mouth, it began to shrink, as if by magic.
"What's the kid say on television? 'Dynomite!'"
Smitty helped her to her feet; she could hardly stand.
"You've had a workout. Do you want a drink?"
"May I have a glass of water, just to wash the cum down with?"
When he'd brought her the water, his elongated cock flapping against his legs as he walked, she drank it thirstily.
"Thanks."
He sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her thigh and petted her like a pussycat.
"You want to do me a real favor?"
"Sure, what?"
"Gimme a rim job."
"A what?"
"Rim. Rim. Don't you know what rim means?"
"No."
"It's like this."
Quickly he was on his feet and gently pushing her over onto her stomach. Her legs stuck out over the bed and he stepped between them, spreading them as he dropped to his knees. He took one melon-like buttock in each hand and slowly rolled their fleshy expanse in circles with powerful palms. Kay could feel his breath on her ass.
"You get very close to the sphincter and slowly… slowly…"
He stopped talking because his mouth was on her asshole. Kay let her mouth fall open at the feeling. His lips were pressed up against her rectum and he was kissing it, there was no mistake what he was doing. She felt his tongue come out of his mouth and penetrated her puckered anus.
She let out a gasp of surprise. He did it for a few more seconds, sticking his tongue in her quite deeply and then he withdrew and got to his feet.
"That's rimming, sweets."
"Wow!"
"How about doing it to me? I sit down all day on the job and my ass is damn sore sometimes. A little tongue massage will set it off just right."
Kay was repulsed by the idea. He looked so hopeful it made her think again about such activity. He'd done it to her. She was in this man's bed to learn, after all; nobody ever said it had to be a pleasant lesson.
Without saying anything she slid off the bed onto the floor. He quickly turned over face down and rose to his knees, resting the side of his face on the bed and letting his ass stick up into the air, making it look like the largest part of his body.
Kay positioned herself between the soles of his feet and took a deep breath. Timidly at first, she moved toward her goal. It was like a purple hole. Tentatively, she brought her face closer to his ass. She held his ass-cheeks in both hands and gradually moved her lips to the rosette. She gave it a timid kiss. She was startled to realize how tender the flesh was. She'd never thought about that.
"That's right. Just massage it with your tongue – it'll feel so good."
Kay shut her eyes and pressed her mouth to it once more. She felt him kissing her with his ass. Blanking her mind, she kissed back. He seemed to expand the size of his asshole. She shuddered but kept on going, thinking of the wedding gift she'd be able to give Davey.
Slowly she sent her tongue forth and into his tight sphincter.
"Ahhh."
She extended her pink tongue into the darkened hole as much as she could arid then began working it around in a circle. When she got the feel of it she quickened her circling. Before she had completed many rings she had gotten the feel of the thing and was pleased to realize it didn't feel bad.
"That's it, oh, that's so good. Now go in and out."
Working her lips and tongue, Kay pressed them against his flesh, feeling it give slightly as her tongue fucked his ass. She began doing it faster and harder. She swept it around in big circles, jutting in and out and around.
"Sweet shit, that's good!"
She did it till she thought she'd black out. Gradually he realized her tongue was growing tired. He crawled away from her face but she pursued and kept attacking his puckering sphincter with her tongue. Reluctantly, she stopped. He pulled farther away and turned over, sitting with outstretched legs on the bed. He beckoned her up onto the bed, held her in his arms and kissed her mouth a lot.
"If you're ever in a situation when your man complains of sitting down too much, just do that for him and you'll have a friend for life."
"Like a department store Santa Claus in the weeks before Christmas?"
"You know something, Kay? You've got a wicked imagination."
Smitty was driving her home when she asked him if he had a cigarette. He turned to her and smiled as he reached in his shirt pocket for the packet. In that split second, Smitty, the professional driver, let his emotions overtake him and his hand forgot to loosen up on the wheel. His gripping hand brought the wheel just enough to the right to bring the car enough to the right to fill a space which was occupied by a Buick.
The collision was minor but the effect was major. Kay was tossed to the floor with a twist to her neck which frightened her. When the automobile had come to a halt she had to be lifted from the car by policemen.
As the crowd gathered and other policemen directed traffic away from the site, one of the policemen held her head off the pavement while another tucked a blanket around her. She was very calm, and even before the ambulance arrived she knew she was all right.
"Honest, officer, I'm cool. I was a little stunned, but I'm fine. Where's the driver?"
"Your driver is okay. He's filling out the report. If you think you're okay, then it's nothing; you're the only one on the ground. Other guy's okay, too."
"That makes three of us because I am fine."
"You probably are, but we gotta take you to the hospital at least so they can x-ray you; it's a good idea in any case. Okay?"
The officer was Italian-looking with big dark eyes, dark curly hair, and an athletic body. His smiling mouth was permanently fixed in a pleasant smile. His eyes twinkled. He wasn't much older than she was, probably not Bill Bradley's age.
"Okay, I'll go. How will I get home from the hospital?"
"I'll drive you myself," said the Italian-looking cop.
"Mr. Policeman, you've got a deal."
Kay lay wrapped calmly in the blanket in case of delayed shock. She was thinking of seeing the sexy policeman once again. Smitty had finished with the other police officials and came to her stretcher to see how she was.
"I'm fine, really, don't worry. They want to x-ray me, isn't that silly? The cop said it was just a precaution and I know they won't find anything wrong, I feel fine, see."
Kay tried to wiggle all her body at once to show him she was in good shape.
"Don't do that, Kay! You might have internal injuries."
"If I do they're from last night, not the accident. Are you all right?"
"Sure, I'm just worried about you."
"Okay, cabbie, your passenger's fine, we'll take it from here. And driver, forget about the tab, huh?"
"Well, of course, Kay…"
Kay waved cheerily to him as ambulance attendants lifted her stretcher into the air and she bounced into the white ambulance found it fun to whiz through the streets at top speed, all traffic moving aside, to the earsplitting scream of the siren. The young Italian-looking policeman rode in the ambulance with her and smiled at her a lot.
The hospital emergency room turned out to greet her, or so it seemed. As soon as the ambulance pulled into the entrance there were hoards of white-coated people around it. Some of them looked like Asians. The rest were black. All of them were busy as hell.
What the ambulance attendants told them diminished the ranks of white coats and slowed the pace considerably; still the system followed its course and she was examined by three doctors, when wheeled on a skinny table to the x-ray room. The room was brown Formica and the attendant, who was also brown, was wearing a heavy rubber apron. He talked with an echo. The room was so clean it reminded her of her Aunt Ethel's house.
When she emerged with a clean bill of health the young police officer with his black leather jacket was waiting to keep his promise and see her home.
"I went to the stationhouse and got my car. I told the Sarge I was going home sick."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes, starved."
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"You've done too much already."
"But this time you'd be doing something for me."
His name was Vince LoFranco and he had a talent for smiling a lot.
He took her to a restaurant called Little Italy. It was her first visit there. Delicious food. On the way out he pointed to a table near the door. The occupants looked like a lovely old couple taking their children out for Sunday dinner. Kay was quizzical as to why he was pointing to the innocuous table.
"That's where Joey the Pimp was shot to death. Right there where the little girl with the braids is sitting."
"Oh."
"Would you like to see some of the countryside?"
A twinge went through her body. The last time somebody offered to show her the sights she'd lost her virginity.
"I'm open to new thrills."
Vince's face lit up and he smiled. Kay noticed he had cute dimples.
They sped past town with its ever increasing crop of skyscrapers. The slums were above them as they continued north on the West side of town. Kay noticed a large round grey structure dominating the green slope of a park. It looked like a Greek temple, only round.
Vince pulled the car into a narrow parking area like those scenic turn-outs along highways. She saw the polluted river, the polluted night sky and grimy buildings along the horizon. She saw the abused lawn of the park, and the scrawled-upon colorless cement and stone of the uninspired public works that money-conscious civil servants choose to erect for the enhancement of the lives of those who spend their days living with the monstrosities.
Kay looked around. There were a few cars parked. As the headlights of passing cars back-lit one, she saw there was a couple necking in the one closest to them. That's when she realized that this policeman who was so nice was on the make.
At first she got uptight. But he took his time. He didn't move toward her or put his arm on the back of the seat.
Vince's was the subtlest maneuver a man had ever used on Kay. And it worked. By the time he stopped chatting she was completely fascinated by him. He smiled like an innocent. She'd seen him as the efficient policeman, the interesting storyteller, the charming dinner companion and now, she thought, as the seducer. She liked all of them.
Vince didn't make a move. Kay was sitting tight, smiling her best smile, holding her back straight to make the most of her bustline and trying to be as winning as possible because right then she wanted to be cuddled like the girl in the car parked next to them.
It was maddening! She thought she'd have to jump him. Still he didn't make a move. All he did was smile and stare at her.
Kay's heartbeat sounded like an elephant stamping his feet. She couldn't stand it any longer.
"What's holding you back?"
"I guess it's because you seem much more mature than you actually are. You are only sixteen."
Of course, even to a cop of twenty or so, Kay was jail bait. Of all the people to be aware of the ramifications of screwing an underaged girl, a policeman was the one.
"I maybe jail bait to you, but you're not jail bait to me."
Kay leaned over and kissed him as passionately as she could. His mouth was quick to respond, but he didn't move his hands. She took a healthy breath and kissed him again, putting a little tongue into it. He moved his mouth well. She liked the heat of his body. She turned in his arms and her shoulder blade hit the horn.
Her aggressive approach was blasted into thin air by the sudden noise. Kay was lying across his chest, and they just laughed. He raised his hands then and cradled her while they let the laugh die of its own exhaustion. He didn't take his hands away.
"Oh, that's wonderful. I wish you'd never stop."
"You really like necking, don't you?"
"I do, I do."
"Good. So do I."
Vince reached under the seat and moved the catch so that seat would slide back. It glided into place and locked with a metallic "clank".
"Isn't it late?"
"Not so late we can't knock off a piece before we have to split."
"But my folks… they might get anxious."
"No more anxious than mine."
That struck Kay as odd because she had never thought of a policeman as having parents who waited up for him to come home. Naturally, most twenty year olds had parents who still demanded to know where their offspring had been till such a late hour. What must it be like to have a cop living in your house? How do you play parent to such a son?
Their lips met again. They were necking. Gradually, after some warm kisses, his hands began to come alive. They supported her back. He slid over so he wasn't behind the wheel. Kay felt pleased when his hands began to explore her body. In a moment his passion was aroused and he fondled her lovingly.
Kay pressed her cheek against his. It was slightly warm to her touch. He withdrew his hand, leaned over and opened the window slightly. They needed the air because his windshield was beginning to fog up. He didn't come back to her, he turned and reached over the back seat and locked the doors.
When he turned around, he smiled and encircled her with his well-developed arm. She felt more female than she ever had in her life. He turned her on.
Vince puckered his full rich lips and planted them softly on her earlobe. His strong fingers played in her hair. He exhaled slowly and directed it at her neck, her ears, her eyelids. When she looked into his eyes she saw somebody different. He wasn't the boy next door, he was a handsome young man aware he was getting a hard-on.
Vince closed his arms around Kay and kissed her in the sweetest way imaginable, on the lips. What a touch! She melted. Quickly, she glued her mouth to his. They kissed and kissed. Before much time had passed his hands were doing more than cradling her next to his trim body. They were following the curve of her shoulders and back. His kisses landed on her neck and behind her ears. His fingers romped over her.
Kay let her body weight rest on his strong legs. His mouth was warm and she was excited by the little bit of suction his lips made on her skin. She let her tongue tell him she wanted more of him. His hands came to her front and toyed with her collarbone. She stayed still. With his face up close to hers he slipped his hands slowly into her blouse.
Without being conscious of it they somehow slid out level on the narrow seat. Kay's legs were across his thighs. He was leaning over her, propped up on his elbows. Their lips bounced off each other's.
He was kissing her on the chest and undoing her jeans at the same time. He had to getup and tug them off her. It was some job in the confined space. When they were off and on the floor by the pedals he calmly drew her panties off her smooth slender legs.
Vince planted a row of kisses down her body and when he got to her pudenda he introduced his tongue to her hairs. She was dizzy with the thrill of his worshipful lips caressing her cunt. Long strokes of Vince's tongue awakened her turned-off nerve ends and she began to shift her hips to increase the friction of his flesh rubbing against hers. She could hear the sucking noises his mouth was making. It was a good sound.
His hands were on her buttocks and helped pull her cunt to his face. He must have liked breathing the confined air through the filter of her pubic hair. It seemed natural for him to be with her this way.
Kay put her hand on his head and encouraged him to eat her pussy. She liked the feel of his face fitting between her legs. She liked the texture of his curly black hair falling against her belly. She liked the soft pinching of his lips on her labias. Suddenly her body froze. His educated tongue was touching her bud of pleasure Kay drew in her breath quickly. Her heart beat twice as fast.
Vince enthusiastically flicked his tongue back and forth between the lips of her warm cunt. He kept swallowing to thrill her more. He'd do anything to make a girl feel right.
Kay wanted to feel his mouth on her everywhere. She let go of his nice head and began tugging her blouse. It was one of those wrap-around numbers with a tie in the back. She had difficulty getting it untied. She pulled and finally got the garment off. When her breasts were bare, his hands crawled up to the tips of her nipples and his fingers slid across their firm caps. Her head was dancing.
He worked his tongue deep in her moist cunt and stretched it so it collided with her clitoris. It didn't take much to excite her little boy in the boat and pretty soon he was standing up sturdy and staunch like a good little sailor. Vince rubbed it with his tongue. Kay could have screamed, it felt so good!
She could have spent eternity letting him do that, but nothing lasts forever. He raised himself up and crawled like a great bear on top of her prone body. Her arms welcomed him and her lips tattooed his face with sweet affection.
Kay didn't know when or how he did it, but when he lay on top of her heated and excited body she could feel the hardness of his cock. It was free of the restraining trousers. It was pressing eagerly against her bare leg. With mouths locked, they jostled to maneuver his straining organ to her expectant cunt.
Kay drew in her breath as he drove his sturdy rod into her. She tightened her legs against his body. He slid forward. He retreated, but advanced with new force. It was definitely fat. How long it was she couldn't yet tell, but it was hot and fell better than anything.
His prick touched her clitoris and Kay shivered violently. His hot cock didn't withdraw this time, but continued to agitate her inside, rubbing against her clit. Kay rotated her hips and pushed against him. He locked her in his arms. She wished he'd taken off his shirt; she would have liked to feel his body.
Vince's hips rose and fell on top of her. He seemed to be gaining speed with each powerful stroke of his heavy cock.
"God, you're wonderfully tight," he got out between quick breaths.
His saying that thrilled her. She threw her cunt at him. She held on to him tightly and must have looked like a young animal clinging to its mother's belly, because when he'd pulled up, he lifted her off the car seat. The width of his cock did something she'd never experienced before. It was filling her pussy and somehow there was enough left over to drive deeper inside. Her clit was rubbed one way when it went in and another as his cock pulled out. Kay was aware that her breathing had turned to helpless groans. Vince was bouncing her on the seat.
Vince grunted with each stroke. His fingers were firm on her shoulders. She undulated her tummy, swiveled her hips and tried to bounce her box farther onto his enlarged cock. That's how they fucked and fucked and fucked.
Vince was so excited he thought he'd come any minute and the delicious experience would be over. She wanted to shove him off, make him stay his distance and cool down. She wanted to, but she clutched him tighter. He was hot and perspiring now. His breaths were shorter and shallower. She thought he'd come any second. With a loud grunt that was more than a word he pulled his wet cock out. It made a "slurp" sound as it withdrew.
Kay didn't know how he did it in the confined space but he got on his haunches on the floor and with the sheer force of his arm muscles lifted her up, turned her sideways, and worked her into a sitting position. His mouth went to work on her pussy.
His face pressure was so strong she couldn't help but try to move backwards. Of course there was no place to go except up. Try as she would to stay put, she kept going up, supporting herself on her hands, her ass up off the seat.
Kay's legs were spread and the force of his head kept increasing. She got one foot up on the seat. This gave her leverage to go up higher. He kept following her wet cunt, licking at it with his extended tongue and staring at her torso. His hands were on her hips. She got her elbows on the back of the seat and raised herself still farther. Vince kept right on advancing. Her hips were up on the seat top. She was sitting on it and he held her slender pale legs apart and licked freely at her defenseless pussy. His tongue explored at will and he probed and pushed and washed and wiggled and wandered in her cunt. Her clit was on fire. She heard herself making noises.
Kay's hair was all over her face and falling every which way. She was bent forward, but the feeling he was generating in her warm vagina was so great that she tossed her head back and forth. She said something then but didn't know what. Her writhing was getting her crazy. She leaned way over the steering column and turned around, putting her head over the back seat and staring up at the headliner. Kay put her hands on the ceiling, fists clenched in excitement. She straightened out and stretched backward. Vince was right after her, climbing up from the floor and sinking his lips into her cunt.
"You've got to stop!"
He only did it harder and faster. Kay was sobbing with pleasure. He kept forcing his tongue into her. It was pushing her backward over the seat.
"I'm falling! Vince!"
Vince didn't stop. Her ass slid off the back of the seat. She was hanging by her knees. She couldn't reach the back seat with her hands so she couldn't support herself. If she kept her torso rigid it prevented him from fucking her with his tongue. She let her body go limp and fell over the back seat. Hot-breathing Vince came right up the seat and tumbled clumsily over into the back seat too.
He moved Kay flat on her back and positioned himself between her legs. She had a little more room to function and was able to get her knees well apart. One of his talented hands cupped the flesh hanging off the edge of the seat. He rubbed and patted it and used it for leverage Kay put her hands behind his head and kissed all over his face. He easily got his moist cock into her pussy which was dripping the little fluids his tongue-fucking had generously produced. It seemed to slide in farther this time. At least it felt that way. Their bodies were bouncing together again and she could hear the springs rhythmically squeaking.
One of his arms went underneath her, he raised his body up slightly, and was able to advance his swollen prick even farther into her body. Kay's orgasm was building.
The deep penetration of his stiff cock thrilled her totally. The noise it made sliding in and out of her aroused cunt excited them. Their breathing patterns were identical and the inhaling's and exhalings crowded onto each other they came so fast. Her hot clit couldn't take any more friction. She had to come. She tightened her hold on his neck and the fluids gushed within her body. She groaned and trembled. His fingers tightened on her and his mouth sucked all of her tit into his cheeks. He was damp all over.
With a fast finish that doubled the noise from the springs he bounced them up and down on the car seat. Faster, faster and deeper.
"Ah. Ahhhh!"
He fucked faster.
"Oh, help me…"
With a final fuck that sent her almost painfully into the upholstery he abandoned all control and shoved his rod to the limit. His love juice gushed, into her steaming cunt, mixing with her own juices, and seeped out in droplets to stain the back seat of his car.
Kay felt spurt after spurt flood her and felt the slower, calmer pumping action of his muscular hips sending his cock to bathe in the sea of cum in her tight little harbor.
Vince's face was red when he released her tit. She looked at his puffy and inflamed face and kissed it tenderly. His lips were terribly soft and moved like slugs across her cheek.