No dummy, the young blonde asked through the window for identification. At long last the bad man rose up and once again hovered over his prey. The Porsche’s stick shift remained planted within her as her body slumped backwards against the car’s dashboard. With his cock planted firmly inside her, the young woman’s rapist raised her thighs, bending her at the waist so that her knees pressed against either side of her breasts and her calves extended straight up into the air, the backs of her ankles catching on his shoulders. He would find out. She cried out in pain, and when her head spun back to face him again, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hatred, he saw a small trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. He took his hands from her neck to her shoulders and pushed her body downward firmly, impaling the leather knob a full four inches deeper into her cunt. What she saw was a still huge penis.
