She opened her eyes, looking into mine, and moaned shakily while a powerful orgasm took over her. Feeling her switching, spasming, her lips on mine while she groaned, I lost control and pushed her down more violently, three paused thrusts, while I gushed all I had directly into her womb, feeling the touch of her cervix again, and her orgasm intensified. Carol went crazy, wrapped her arms around my neck tightly again as she tried to stand the utmost pain and pleasure that were spread all over her face and on her voice, reverberating through her whole young body. "AAAAUUUUGHHHH-AAAAOOOOOOOH-AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" For a moment, she convulsed as if she was being electrocuted and I couldn't hear myself groaning my own orgasm, because the car was filled with her agonizing and sweet voice. … Stillness reigned for a moment. Just panting, gasping sounds, until I felt my breathing returning to normal and, more than two minutes later, hers. I took her cheeks in my hands and her eyes found mine, her makeup was a little splayed, following the path where tears ran down, but she looked ok. Just recovering from a breaking orgasm. "In the end I ended up showing myself a little. From this, it will only get worst. Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked. "If I'm able to give you what you want, all of it... Maybe the damage inside of me will fit the damage inside of you. Maybe this is how we can be free, together. I want to be yours, like this, so... Yes... Do your worst. Please." Hardcore When I was twenty-three, I took a job as the chief loss prevention officer at a big department store in a good-sized Midwestern city. I had a couple of years as a county sheriff’s deputy on my resume indian and that probably got me the job. Even a little law enforcement experience like that was a big deal. They gave me a budget and an office. Pranges is an old-fashioned department store on three floors. Sister Priscilla knelt in her room by her bed, head bowed and her lips moving as she prayed, prayed for guidance, for understanding, for strength. “I know.” He stroked her cheek again. Shannon got a different look in her eyes. I was knocked to the ground, my indian four girls on top of me, all of them crying. They waste no time and get to work, stroking and sucking my cock. It fits tightly against my chest. “Meet me in the supply closet later if you find you can’t resist me any longer,” Hardcore He laughs and adjusts his growing erection as he walks in the other direction. I groaned, my butt-cheeks squeezing around my boyfriend's face. My pussy is so sore. When Aruna saw Sekhar the first time it was in their office cafeteria. I kind of figured it was the same with you.”