You thrust as hard as you can and Danielle gets all the air knocked out of her. “Okay, okay!” she breathes. “Not little.” “I’m not satisfi...ed,” you groan as the animal in you is taking over. You start to thrust fast and hard. Danielle is barely able to breathe as she gets the air knocked out of her every time you fill her until your balls hit her ass. “Fuuuucckkkk,” she screams. “It’s so big and hard, this is what I needed!” You keep thrusting in and out of her at an astonishing pace. As. While the old folks sat and talked, Doris and I decided to go outside. I remember it being a very nice summer day - pretty warm. Doris wore a sleeveless top and coordinated shorts. Even at age 12, I saw her as a very pretty girl.We walked around the yard, picking weeds out of the garden and talking as we did so. We finally tired of the task, or ran out of weeds - I don't remember which. At any rate, with our hormones beginning to race througout our bodies, it seemed inevitable we would start to. Tears poured down her cheeks unceasingly as her eyes grew glazed, her awareness focused now on the abuse of her body, the lack of oxygen in her lungs. He would hold himself within her for long moments, ensuring her slow asphyxiation while her hands almost mindlessly pleasured herself, fingers tugging her hard nipples and pumping within her slit. Behind her, her mother watched her own daughter's slow death with lecherous appreciation, biting one lip while her dark fingers rubbed rapidly. ."I balled my fists and it was all I could do to not smash his ugly face in, but the guards held my elbows and the rifle barrel in my back was not comforting."So here's the plan, Mistah Palmer. You have three thousand, six hundred and seven days to go on yore sentence. Well, each time yore lovely wife is the, shall we say, 'recipient' of one of my pris'nors orgasms, we will take one day off of yore time here. Isn't that a lovely idea?"I couldn't believe it. This man, this beast, was trading my.