"Her Driving Desires" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hurtwell Roger)

It was cock; manly, hard, hot prick.

She felt tiny tremors mounting inside her. When the man's prick began to swell, she almost came. And then Williamson's hips went crazy with need. He fucked harder and faster and deeper. She felt the legs of the chair rocking up off the floor with every thrust into her cunt. The back of the wood chair cut into her body but she didn't even notice the slight discomfort now.

She was impaled on his cock and loving every hard-fucking inch of it. He slammed forward, ground his crotch into her rump and slowly pulled out, using a controlled corkscrewing motion.

It took only a few more thrusts before all control fled. She felt his cock grow larger and larger until it threatened to rip her apart with its huge girth. His strokes grew uneven and ragged as he powerfully surged in and out of her clinging, hot pussy.

When his prick exploded and whitewashed the walls of her cunt, she was lost in the wonderland of orgasm. She soared as the spurts of his come filled her pussy. Even after she had gasped and relaxed in post- orgasmic relief, she felt his cock moving inside her.

It didn't take much longer before his once steel-hard erection melted in the clutches of her twat. His prick slipped limp and dead from her body amid a flow of fuck oils and his own come.

«Baby, that was super,» Williamson said. «That Carlton can really pick 'em. Just you keep your mouth shut – and your legs open for me and you'll go far around here. You catch my drift?»

She did. Velvet said nothing as she pulled down her skirt and wiped some of the sweat off her forehead. She didn't even bother putting on her ripped panties. The sight of her climbing back into the ripped garment would only give Williamson a cheap thrill. What mattered the most to her was getting out of here and forgetting all about it.