His hips moved at lightning speed, causing his balls to slap Sam’s clit every time he bottomed out in her. POP. He is right no one will ever hear her. Don’t even try to stand up or run, or what I just did will seem like a butterfly kiss….”
Not that Sam had even considered the real possibility of running away, but his statement crushed her last hopes that this would be over quickly faded as she wriggled out of her jeans and unclasped her bra, throwing it into the darkness. Her screams and moans of pleasure fueled his need to cum. She was no dummy, she had seen countless articles about women barely being alive after or never truly healing from the experience; this, it seemed was her fate. His cock swung down tapping her thighs, as he continued the manipulation of her tits. Entwining their tongues together, he kisses her still, she being unable to resist any longer unwillingly participates hoping he will soon move on.
