Jennifer crawled backward on the bed and then put herself on all fours. She lowered her head to the mattress, looking between her legs to watch Mr. Rakehell’s next move.

Closing her eyes, she entered a zone to prepare for his impending insertion. He smacked her *ss and spat on her v*gina before pushing himself into her from behind.

Smacking her bottom again, he grabbed both her butt cheeks and used them to pull in and out of her with speed and power.

“Has your boyfriend ever f*cked you like this before?” He asked.

He didn’t mean the position he had her in, but rather, how hard he was doing her. Her head sh*t back and forth above the bed as he hammered himself into her.

“No, sir!” she yelled frantically from his impact.

He crossed both hands on her lower back, each grabbing the opposite cheek, and initiated a campaign of doggy-style pounding, humping as hard and fast as he could.

“F*ck!” Jennifer cried, taking it as best she could.

“Yeahhh!” Rick shouted, revering every second of ravaging her. His velocity increased rapidly.

“Oh!” she yelped.

Luckily, Jennifer’s p*ssy was soaking and able to lubricate Rick’s large d*ck so she could take it.

“Oh, my G*d!” she screamed, reaching back and grabbing his leg to signal that he needed to slow down.

Mr. Rakehell toned down his pumping, not wanting to hurt her. Savoring Jennifer’s ripe fruit was his goal, not ruining it.

It wasn’t necessary to ask her if he was too big. The way her tight p*ssy squeezed on his c*ck was proof enough. Yes, he desired to defile her. But not d*mage her.

As degenerate as he was, he wasn’t a crazy psychopath. He hunted down to turn them into sl*ts for a day, not to snatch and then bury them somewhere. As f*cked up as it sounds, he always respected his victim’s boundaries. That’s what enabled him to get away with what he was doing for as long as he did.

“Ohhhh,” Mr. Rakehell moaned.

Jennifer’s y*ung sophomore box was the tightest he had ever stuck his d*ck into. That’s saying a lot for a guy who has plucked dozens of girls over the years.

“How’s that feel, Jenny?” he asked while pushing into her from behind.

“Ohhhh, Oh my G*d! It feels so f*cking good,” she moaned.

A squishy, wet suction sound happened when he pulled himself out of her. He spread her bottom apart and looked into her gaping v*gina. “Ohhhh, you’re stretching me out, sir!” Jennifer yelped, embarrassed.

“Whoa!” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed as he gazed into her unsealed crevice.

He grasped her heart-shaped *ss and spread it as he drove back into her. The skin between her buns stretched tight, making her starfish clear and visible. Mr. Rakehell was an *ss man, and this turned him on. He looked up, closed his eyes, and moaned, “Yessss!” with zeal.

“Oh, G*d! Yes, yes, yes!” Jennifer screamed as he slapped her round butt a couple of times. Compromised principles didn’t seem to bother her at this moment. She was in a rabid state of sinful ecstasy, built up from years of a repressed conservative upbringing.

What Mr. Rakehell was doing to her felt good, and she didn’t want him to stop. She opened her eyes briefly, and they rolled into the back of her head in pure bliss. Closing them, she l*cked and bit her lip before saying, “Oh, my G*d!” as he penetrated her.

Going slowly, he began to pull out and put in his p*nis repeatedly, enjoying how tight it was and adoring the moist and fleshy pop sound it made every time he thrust her vulva.

“Ohhhh F*ck!” she cried as he pillaged her. She queefed twice before he stopped. He got off on that. It was another indication that he had made her h*le bigger than before they met that day.

“Ohhh, yeah, Jenny!” he gasped as his d*ck started going into her in a constant motion again. Her *ss was arched up into the air while his c*ck firmly held its position in her p*ssy. Mr. Rakehell breathed heavily over her lowered back, happy to hear her moan with every thrust he gave.

Jennifer began to bite her finger as she took her trainer’s c*ck from behind. She queefed several more times as he ripped in and out of her.

“Ahhhh!” Mr. Rakehell moaned as he pushed more air into her v*gina and continued to listen to it break open.

He grabbed her butt, spread it, and kept pumping, hoping it would happen again, which it did, further turning him on and humiliating her once more.

She started to suck on her finger and drool, not able to help the fact that it felt good even though it was debasing.

“It’s such a tight l*ttle p*ssy!” he said lasciviously.

“Oh my, G*d!” Jennifer yelled, yet again, as she began to moan and scream with euphoria, “Yes, yes, yes!”

She queefed another time, even louder than before.

“That’s a good girl!” he howled, thoroughly enjoying widening her out.

He leaned over her, humping as hard as he could while she continued to suck on her finger and spit on his bed, stunned by all the c*ck she was taking. She looked between her legs, seeing his b*lls swinging back and forth as he f*cked her. Closing her eyes, she started to reflect on her Christian faith and how upset her pastor would be if he knew what she was doing. Fornicating is considered a capital sin in the eyes of the Lord. What she was doing would never be forgiven. This guilt made her upset, and she frowned. A sense of repentance flashed through her mind as Rick’s d*ck slid in and out of her slick space. Sadly, Jennifer hadn’t realized yet that she was the latest and soon-to-be last member of her soccer trainer’s secret society of s*x kittens.

“Ohhhh, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she cried as she heard her tight wet box snap when he pulled himself out of her.

“Yes, Jenny!” he shouted.

“Oh, f*ck,” she whimpered, watching him between her legs stick it back in. Her lace underwear lay strewn on the bed behind them. Regardless of their sinning, she can’t help but indulge in how good it feels to have Rick’s p*nis up in her.

Confused, she blurts out, “Oh, my G*d. Don’t stop!”

“Don’t stop?” he questions her, continuing to thrust.

“Yes! “Don’t stop!” she exclaimed in a rage. He increased his speed with her demand and wanted to hear her c*m.

“C*m on, that d*ck! C*m on, that d*ck!” he yelled, hammering into her.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she chanted, looking at his b*lls swinging back and forth as he pumped in and out of her.

“It feels so good! Oh, my G*d! Don’t stop! Ohhhh! It feels so good. I’m going to c*m!” she shrieked.

The squeaking bed rocked as Jennifer’s *rgasm ripped from her v*gina and rumbled throughout her body like a bolt of lightning.

“Oh, my G*d. F*ck!” she exclaimed as he kept a grasp on her *ss with both hands and rammed her from behind.

“Yeah. Ohhh, Jenny!” Mr. Rakehell hollered, proud of his work.

Dazed, she grabs her underwear, puts them in her mouth, and relishes the waves of rapture that slowly fade within her body.

She’d only had a penile *rgasm once in her life with her first boyfriend, Rob. But that was during *nal s*x. This time though, vaginally, was much stronger and more intense.

She mainly accredited it to the fact that Mr. Rakehell was twice Rob’s size and was h*tting her G-spot from the position that they were in.

“You like that d*ck, Jenny?” he asked.

Raddled but aware that what had just happened felt fantastic, she nodded in agreement. Rick was breaking her down, and she was enjoying every l*ttle step of the process.

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