The sound of his trouser belt unbuckling made her let out an excited gasp, and with one arm, he forcefully tugged her lace underwear down between her ...knees.She was so wet by now that a glistening rope of juice swung down from her soaking crotch and caught her inner thigh. The second he caught sight of her honey juice in the moonlight, he became rock hard and took her hip in one hand, guiding his swollen head towards her wet slit.As soon as he could, he pushed inwards into the warm, wet velvet,. He'd glanced down at himself his eyes and mouth immediately opening widein astonishment for my heavy anorak was now almost torn in half andhanging down to his knees, my old jeans had split at the seams and werelying at his feet, both shoes had split wide open, whilst my old thickknit jersey finally tore open under the huge pressure releasing one smallwhite bra cup that fluttered down to the ground with no sign of theother.Now really desperate I whipped off my heavy anorak and threw it at him. I hit the sink first, washing my sleepy face giving her time to free up the toilet, then we changed places.The kitchen was a happy set of collisions as we laughed our way through breakfast prep. The coffee was dripping as we hit the table with our plates. After the meal, we opened the curtains on the window to our back yard and watched the birds feeding on the ornamental berries of the hedge.We bumped around the roads together, had a light lunch, then ended up back at the house in time to. My booty was sore that night, but I made sure that my sugardaddy was pleased. The next morning, John pumped my ass again before my return flight and it made it very difficult to stay seated on the long way back to LA. My sphincter was still bleeding when I got back home and I would have to see the doctor the next day to make sure I was ok. Taking such a hard fucking with such a huge object could be painful and I didn’t want our sex to potentially interfere with my porn career. The doctor.