Two inches of his cock stuck out as he humped and humped, but he still wasn’t close enough yet. It tasted strange, a combination of her sweat and Duke’s cum and drool, probably. Duke towered over her, a few drops of drool dripping from his mouth onto her neck and chest. Presently, her shoulders jumped a little bit as she began to cry. Her ass and tits swayed and shook, and her cum-soaked face dripped onto the handle. And when she tried to talk her voice cracked, and her shoulders jumped a little. A pretty big fast one, I hoped. Her tall, shapely body and severe good looks were always dressed in the finest designer fashions that mere mortals probably couldn’t afford, nor would it look as good on them. Melanie screamed in pain, then rested a few moments, and eventually whispered, “Do it. Being wood, it wouldn’t “give” like a soft pillow; whatever was given to Mel, she would bear the full brunt of it.
