She has long red-dyed hair, brown eyes, pale skin and wears large clunky glasses. It was 8:32. “Please” pleaded Karen in-between moans “slow down”. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal which was orgasm. The virgin pussy grabbing at his cock, resisting every move with firm resolution. With seven inches left for the blushing whore to enjoy, Darren lent forward (inserting another inch as he did so), grabbing Karen by the neck. Darren (now balls deep) began to slide his nob back and forth through the tight cunt, Karen moaning as he did so. “Wow Karen! She was scared of what that edge was, she leaned back with Darren wrapping his muscly arm around her neck, her tits still concealed by the light blue dress. She left her bedroom, going through the hall and down the stairs. Karen let out a subdued whimper in response. Karen couldn’t control herself with one final moan and gasp she reached climax. Mr Benson stood up and undid his belt.
