His pussy-soaked cock itched for release, but he held onto her hips to control both her drastic wriggling and his eager penetration.After hours on a w...eekend, they had snuck inside the gated high school track.Stripped down to only running shoes, they strained to maintain orgasmic control on the large beach towel they laid down for comfort.Leandra switched from bouncing to slow grinding, maddeningly and hypnotizingly rotating her pelvis.She got up and knelt between his legs, ready to give him. ‘I’m not your father,’ he stated. ‘Your mother met me when she was eight months pregnant.’ She threw a punch, and was satisfied when she felt his jaw give beneath her fist. This was sick, she had been lied to for twenty-three years, had lived with an abusive ‘father’ for her whole life, and just now found out that he wasn’t her father. While he recovered from the blow she ran out to the den, grabbed her coat and boots, and rushed outside to the barn. She entered the barn and her grey mare. This mix of sensations is exquisite. The mattress shifts beneath me as he moves again, positioning his body to fuck me. His hands take firm hold of my hips as his cock easily slides into my pussy, lubricated from my spanking. "Yes," is all I can say.He holds us connected, motionless, as my body and mind absorb his fullness. I squeeze my pussy around him in a loving hug, signaling I am ready. Feeling my contraction, he begins his fuck. Pulling almost all the way out, he waits until I am about to. I moved my fingers against her clit a bit to keep her horny, and her breathing got rougher again. “You can sneak out there and have some fun. Go on.” I prompted, removing my hand from between her legs and pulling the covers off her. “Shhh, you’re being silly” she replied, yet it was again one of those statements where she definitely sounded like she was looking for me to push her rather than have me agree. “No, I’m serious, go show him what a real woman is like.” I got out of bed with a raging.