As he removed my panties, I felt his lips, tongue and teeth sucking my vagina and clit. I suddenly surrendered to what Don had not done in years. “Just screw me and get it over with,” I moaned. His squirting pussy looked like a hammer handle, at least a foot long.
Spreading my long legs, I let out a grunt as this huge thing broke in my vagina. I threw my head back and clinched the bed post. “I have been wanting this the first time I saw you,” he said driving deeper in my tight hole. “I know the farmer can’t satisfy the farmer’s wife.
I’m going to make you addicted to squirting pussy.” “Cut the crap about my husband,” I moaned. “Damn, you are killing me. You’re tearing me in two.” “You’re doing okay Becky,” he said. “Here put these pillows under your head so you can see my big root going in and out of your tight cunt. Can’t you feel me ripping your belly Becky baby?”
I was too weak to speak as the pain was now subsiding. I had never felt this good before. “I think I am going to cum,” I said trying to catch my breath. “My tubes are tied, if you’re wondering. Do it inside me if you want. I know that is what you want to do. Cum inside me, I don’t care.” “Becky, you are my bitch tonight,” he said as I felt his load shooting in me.
As his mouth bit my breasts, I bit his wet shoulder and bucked to the wildest orgasm of my life. It felt so good. “I have to be going,” I said as he was still shooting on my navel. “It happened, I must go.” “Don’t go Becky,” he said rubbing his squirting pussy in my face.
