She gasped, and took my thickening organ in her hand, studying it intently. So intense was the stimulation that I remained hard even as she began to move slowly on my torso several minutes later. The pain/pleasure was way too intense and lasted way beyond the final orgasmic twitches our bodies released. “Everything OK?”
“Could be better,” she quipped, still stroking the exposed flesh with gentle up and down motions. Who is Aunt Mabel?”
I hesitated for a few minutes, trying to visualize King Dong terrorizing innocent unsuspecting victims on the net before I responded. Not fat, she was well structured with firm little breasts that made well defined cones in the sheet covering her motionless body. Let’s get her out of here,” I stated emphatically. Exhaustion set in. The walls were all unnaturally white and undecorated, with the overpowering scent of bleach permeating the aging structure. Fighting every muscle in my body, I lay still as the overwhelming stimulation triggered an extremely powerful cum shot into her throbbing womb.
