She heard Peter groan; watched his fist begin to fly up and down the engorged
shaft; saw the veins bulge, the angry purple head. “Fuck me harder!” she whimpered through a mouthful of swollen cock. Mary rubbed the huge, fake cock up against Carol’s wet slit and she sighed with
delight. The road stretched out before her, and she remembered. Mary smiled, leaned forward again and nuzzled Carol’s silky cunt-hair,
flattening it out to the sides and exposing her sensuous pink slit to their
view. Finally, it hit bottom
and her body went rigid, then deflated, like a released balloon. We’re gonna make you cum like a race horse.”
Carol shivered as Mary waved the menacing dildo in the air. “And you will die, sweetie . Carol was humping the dildo as hard as she could. This is
silly, he thought.
