02-08-2004, 02:18 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Janice
Suddenly the tables were turned. It was Mark calling the shots, taking control. He dragged her from the shower, bending his mother over the sink to roughly take her from behind. There was no gentleness. No tenderness. He was like a dog in rut and she was his bitch.
The force of her son's thrusts pounded into Jan's body, her ribs banging against the hard porcelain of the free-standing sink as she cried out. She thought her vagina would rip apart from the ferocity of their joining. It burned. It ached. It...
The tone of Janice's cries began to change as her cunt stretched to accommodate her son's enormous prick. It felt bigger, thicker than it had ever felt. Even bigger than the first time she had it in her. She could feel it ramming against her cervix. God! Would it break straight through? Was that even possible?
Janice wanted him to stop. Go on. Stop. Go on. She wanted him to fill her. To pull out. To... She tried to use her arms to cushion her body from the buffetting it was taking. She wanted it harder. Softer. Faster. Slower. Deeper. The pleasure/pain was almost exquisitely unbearable. And she was ready. So, so ready.
A thin shrill wail rose up from somewhere deep inside of her as the first electric tingles of her orgasm began to grow and spread throughout her body. She wanted it to last forever. She wanted it to stop. She needed it to go on. She wanted to prolong the feeling forever. She needed to drown in the bittersweet release.
Unable to take control with her mind what her body refused to deny her, Janice plunged over the edge of desire into the fiery depths of lust and passion as she came in a frenzy of simultaneous explosions.
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