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Vince was pushing with all his weight against her. His cock was buried in her bowels God knew how far. Sweat rolled off his brow, pooled in the small of her back and ran to her shoulders.
His penis was locked in a velvet vise and as the vise tightned with each of Kates uncontrolable spasms it seemed to push him into her deeper and deeper...
Kates hands on his testicles sent shuddering waves of heat that ran to his finger tips. She rolled them and gently squeezed them, rocking even further back, groaning with pain and ecstasy. He held her hips clamped tight in his hands, immobile as he withdrew his heavy prick from her.
The entry had caused her pain but the exit sent her wild with excitement. Vince watched his thick veined cock as it slowly emerged from her widely stretched, pink sphincter, inch by inch as she twisted and cried...then in again, remorselessly,...in...in...in...
Kates face and shoulders and breasts are jammed into the soft leather, her moans are muffled by it.
He holds it there again letting it pulse and throb, a great hot log, she seems to be only a 'thing' wrapped around.
He feels her hands on his balls, the palm this time , cupping them and adding to their heat. Then a sharp scratch.
A nailed finger, fingers, searching...
This is going somewhere Vince has never been.
His penis was locked in a velvet vise and as the vise tightned with each of Kates uncontrolable spasms it seemed to push him into her deeper and deeper...
Kates hands on his testicles sent shuddering waves of heat that ran to his finger tips. She rolled them and gently squeezed them, rocking even further back, groaning with pain and ecstasy. He held her hips clamped tight in his hands, immobile as he withdrew his heavy prick from her.
The entry had caused her pain but the exit sent her wild with excitement. Vince watched his thick veined cock as it slowly emerged from her widely stretched, pink sphincter, inch by inch as she twisted and cried...then in again, remorselessly,...in...in...in...
Kates face and shoulders and breasts are jammed into the soft leather, her moans are muffled by it.
He holds it there again letting it pulse and throb, a great hot log, she seems to be only a 'thing' wrapped around.
He feels her hands on his balls, the palm this time , cupping them and adding to their heat. Then a sharp scratch.
A nailed finger, fingers, searching...
This is going somewhere Vince has never been.