"Hammer it into my pussy!" cried Sharon, who was groaning beneath George Colby, the construction worker, on her queen-sized bed. "Make me cum!"
George was in a sitting position, with his legs folded under himself and his feet pressing against his ass. Sharon was leaning onto his crotch, holding herself up by her arms firmly planted on the bed. She pushed her soft, smooth ass up to his long, stiff dick, allowing him to sink it into her snatch, doggy-style.
"I can feel your dong growing inside of my twat," she panted. "Ohh, fuck me, baby! Kill me with that cock of yours! It's driving me crazy!"
"I can feel my nuts filling with my jism," he grunted. "Jism to shoot into your box."
"I want every drop shot into my cooze!" she begged.
"Don't worry, baby," he groaned. "It's going in there whether I want it to or not! Getting it drained out of my rocks into your gash!"
"Your stiff slab of meat is so huge! Poking at my kidneys. I don't know if I can take it all into me…"
"You got no choice, doll," he said. "It's goin' all the way… in."
"Ohh!" she cried out. "Do it again… again!"
"Fuck me, honey… hard…"
"This is where your joint belongs," she gasped. "In my cunt. Snuff out that fire… put it out… shove it IN!"
Sharon was sliding down to her shoulders, her face smothering into the sheets of the bed. She was squeezing her eyes shut, her mouth opened, releasing hot, wild air. She breathed roughly, her stomach sucking in and out.
George's face grew deep red. He was sliding his dick into her cunt faster, the sweat dripping down his face and wetting his beard. He held her trembling body, shoving his dong into her hard.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," he panted. "Cum with me."
"Yes… my clit… it's bursting… it's popping… OHH!"
"Ugghh!" George grunted, then squirted her in the beaver with his load. "Gonna fill you up… drown you!"
Sharon smiled as she felt his sticky wad shooting between her legs, hot, gooey cum splashing its way into her twat. "Oooh."
George pulled his pork out of her and leaned back on the bed, empty. "You really sucked it out of me that time."
She grinned, lying on her back. "Just like Mark Spaulding. I really balled him good in the office yesterday."
George said nothing, then, "Don't fuck him any more."
"Why?" she asked, curious.
"I… I don't like it. My cock is the only one that's gonna handle your muff. Not his, not nobody's."
"But George…" she said.
"NO!" he told her. "You're my chick now. I don't want you humping other dudes. You're my piece of ass. I got you to dig fucking. So you could fuck me… only."
"That's not fair!" she said. "I like Mark's whang."
"Then you can't have mine any more," George told her.
"No!" she cried. "I… I need your dick more than anything." She went to touch it, but he pushed her away.
"It's either my meat or Mark's…"
She made a face. "You jack off!"
"The choice is yours," he grinned. "You're the consumer."
"I… all right," she decided. "I'll leave Mark Spaulding alone. I'd rather lose his eight inches for your thirteen!"
"So you're after mileage, eh?"
"Damn right," she said. "Now, how about eating my snatch out?"