Her body bucked with him in an uneasy rhythm.
Billy’s c**k was big while Andie’s untried p***y was tight—tighter than anyone would have guessed. The deflowering wasn’t easy; her insides felt rent in two, but the rape of her cunt continued without a single mournful cry. A f**k like she’d never forget… Billy pounded her hard—the only way he knew to f**k—hitting deep, hitting her cervix as far as his prick could go, hitting the farthest reaches of her virgin body and tearing them free. By the time he finally opened his mouth in a silent scream and came, Andie was squeezing his prick with taut muscles. Her natural instinct to give pleasure engaged and her body responded like a dutiful slave girl.
Though they stared each other in the eye, their minds were elsewhere, far away, when the orgasm
