Jennifer and her soccer trainer had been in his apartment having s*x for over four hours. And it wasn’t close to being over yet.

Laying on her side with Mr. Rakehell against her back, she grabbed her inner thigh with her right hand and spread her groin area so he could insert himself in a spoon-style position.

Holding his engorged p*nis, he pushed it against her v*gina. At first, his aim was too high, making him slide into and along her clit. But then he re-aimed, finding the opening of the hot pocket between her folds.

“Yeah,” he moaned when he felt the warm, wet area between her legs embrace the wide radius of his p*nis. He kept sliding it in until it reached the base.

Jennifer took her other hand to further spread her groin area for him while she looked down and watched him plug her canal.

At first, she made a nervous face but then closed her eyes and laid her head against his pillow. Having been in his room being slammed by his c*ck for a good part of the afternoon, she thought the rest of the time he would spend with her before leaving couldn’t be any more intense than it had been. That’s what she thought anyway.

Raising her right hand to her thigh and pulling back on it, she offered Mr. Rakehell a better sh*t at penetrating her as deep as he could. Keeping her legs wide apart, she let the rest of her body relax as she quietly accepted his d*ck.

They had been having non-stop s*x for quite some time, and she had grown somewhat numb to the pressure from his prodding.

He grasped her throat with his left hand. With her eyes closed, a whiney-toned moan drifted from her mouth as he moved in and out of her from behind.

Jennifer bit her lower lip, unable to control how good it felt as he slid into her. However, the sinfulness of the act was still very much present in her mind. It was hard for her to admit that their behavior together this afternoon was unacceptable to the standards she was raised by.

Mr. Rakehell was pumping; his hand gripped firmly around her neck, and then she said it.

“Oh, ohhhh, f*ck! F*ck my p*ssy! Yes!”

Nothing turned Mr. Rakehell on more than seeing one of the girls in his sl*t league act like a wh*re.

He took his hand off Jennifer’s throat and grabbed her left ankle, lifting her calf higher and further widening her legs. His tempo quickened, and the base of his d*ck began to tap against her crotch.

“Ahhh,” she moaned. “Oh, f*ck. Oh yeah!”

He pulled out of her, slapping his p*nis against her clit. She opened her eyes and pulled her head off the pillow to watch him.

“Ohhhh...” Mr. Rakehell moaned as he slid himself back in.

“Oh, G*d!” Jennifer cried in a slow voice. Again, he picked up his pace and started drilling her even faster. Grabbing her by the neck to assert his dominance.

“Oh yes, f*ck my p*ssy! Oh Yes, Yes!” she pleaded.

Whether she liked it or not, Jennifer was releasing her inner h*ssy, announced in low sultry tones. Deep pleasure swept over her, and she couldn’t dodge the shame. The white heat that she was feeling was just too overwhelming.

Grabbing her other thigh, she opened herself, allowing Mr. Rakehell to get further up in her.

“F*ck my p*ssy!” she howled again.

They were both bumping and grinding and then slowed to catch their breath.

Moaning and panting in unison, sensations of rapture floated over them. Nonetheless, the euphoria didn’t let Jennifer forget she might be going to hell for her actions. In a light stranglehold, she gasped for air and said, “I don’t know if this is right, sir, but it feels so good!”

With these words absorbing Mr. Rakehell’s ears, his pumping increases feverishly.

“F*ck yeah!” he wailed as he humped her, holding onto her leg and stomach for better leverage and deeper penetration. His hips swung without constraint, propelled by his ripped stomach and large frame.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” he yelled while giving it to her.

Squeaking and whimpering, she took the brunt of his shaft as it pounded in, perplexing her thoughts of right and wrong.

“Yes, Jenny!”

“Oh G*d, my G*d! Ohhh!” She purred, spreading the skin of her quim apart to help him fit easily.

Rob and Billy may have been inside of her before, but they never stretched Jennifer as wide open as Mr. Rakehell did this day.

“Oh, yes, yes!” she said as she took him. “Ohhh!” he moaned as he gave her his loins.

“Oh yes, f*ck me!”

Rick’s student had never been mentally in a place like this before. She tried to save her purity as best she could for as long as possible, but having that plan fall like a deck of cards in one short afternoon was a bl*w to her integrity. She wasn’t with a husband or even a boyfriend, for that matter. What was she thinking? She wasn’t. Being taken by the biggest man she had ever been with was blurring her senses. His d*ck was just too good.

Moaning, Jennifer pulled the right side of her p*ssy away from Mr. Rakehell's hammering c*ck and rubbed the hood of her clit using her two middle fingers to go straight over it circularly. Her mouth opened, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes closed tightly, and momentarily, she forgot about the dogmatic concepts that had shaped her y*ung life and focused instead on her desires, not the churches. She was making poor choices, and she knew it.

Why not go all the way, then ? She thought to herself, continuing to touch her privates as Mr. Rakehell pushed in and out of them.

Eventually this sent Jennifer over the edge. Her p*ssy steamed, and her legs quivered as she brought herself to a third *rgasm. It wasn’t nearly as strong as the last, but it sent enough shock waves through her body to vindicate her subversion with Rick this afternoon.

Ältere Männer/ Jüngere Frauen Milf F*cken Varsity Sl*t League Episode #10 mit C4s.com

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