She put her hands on my waist and pulled me toward her. I held my cock in my hand and rubbed it in a circle on her clit. “Just fuck me! I can’t ta...ke it anymore!” she screamed. Carmen’s hand closed around the head of my cock and guided it into her. She was young and tight. Her fingernails dug into my back as her hips rocked in time with my thrusts. I put my hands on her hips for leverage so I could fuck her harder. Once again she tensed but this time I did not stop. How could I? “Oh, Jack!”. " Then I felt a small painful twinge and he had worked the head in. I could not swallow and breathing was super-fast. It was unbelievable, but with every thrust he got a little deeper, but how far could he go. I had to straighten my back as he was going deeper, while I was still unable to feel his hips reach me. I believed he was about as thick as a water bottle and maybe thirteen inches. I was unable to get my breath and he did one final push. "Oh, someone help me!" I was being split in two. She soon turned around and removed my top, then placed her arms around my neck and looked me in the eyes as our heads moved together. Our lips met and mouths opened allowing our tounges to meet and massage each others. Our lips aparted and I gently laid her down on her bed and took a good look at her banging hot body. I grabbed her G string and she lift her legs up into the air to allow me to remove it and reveal to me her shaven cunt. She was fucking sexy and I immediately made my way between. The idea of a drunken one-night fling did not make me very enthusiastic (also, my Emma would have ripped my bollocks off). However, at one of the biggest blowouts of the year, this was all going to change. It was a blistering summer's night I was wearing cargo shorts and a very tight white polo shirt (not chosen by me). Tight, only because I was more of an accessory than a boyfriend, and this shirt, well you can imagine how it made me look... Fairly sexy. The party was in full swing and horny.