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... taste of scotch and cigar. She begins to thrust her tongue against my invading tongue. This subtle action encourages me to grab the alabaster ass cheeks and pull them forward and over my hard cock. As her tight pussy lips are pulled directly over my rigid nine inch pole I gently allows her cheeks to slide down the unbending manhood. She gasps as the first inches are bludgeoned into her tight pussy. She moans; but does not beg me to stop. There will be nothing but surrender as her pussy starts leaking its lubricating juices. I let Betsy control the depth that my cock is allowed to enter her precious chamber. Her juices rapidly coat my long penetrating rod as it enters her love canal more with each stroke. The sensations that my dark purple head feels as her pussy makes its journey increase with each stroke. I place my hands to Betsy's head pulling her small delicate mouth closer as I continue my oral assault. There is nothing but pleasure as the tempo continues to increase and Betsy desperately fights for control of the insertion depth of both my tongue and cock. Sensing that the time is near and mindful of my maximum pleasure, I place both hands on Betsy's hips and in one swift brutal motion buries my manhood to the hilt. The additional three inches send shock waves through Betsy's over sensitive brain waves as the tip plunges against the her never touched cervix. Trying to regain the depth control of my cock insertion Betsy rears back and lurches forward. However, I have ...

... no intention of relinquenching control of my pleasure and forcefully pull the escaping hips back to their intended position. I further enjoy the screams emitting from the parched throat of my plaything as each stroke brings me closer to my explosion. " Oh god, please, not so deep. You are tearing me apart," begs Betsy. The only response that she receives is another upward thrust from my pile driving ass below her delicate petite body. As my cock explodes, drenching my stretched pussy channel. I start sucking on Betsy's dainty neck working for the largest disfiguring dark hickey that my lips can inflict. The bruising of her sensitive neck tissue reddens quickly and turns a dark brown almost immediately. As my large cock starts to shrivel it becomes the ideal size to fill Betsy's pussy. Ironically as my large rod deflates it turns her into an overcharged fuck machine. For each micro millimeter that my cock contracts Betsy tries to complete her climax. I'm, fascinated by the tight manipulations of her, to climax. I merely sit allowing Betsy to do all the pleasure fulfilling moves. Betsy, hurries as she realizes my cock is rapidly becoming hard again. She is seeking her release thrusting her hips downward trying to capture the entire thickness. I'm, eager to increase her anxiety allowing my legs to slip further apart making Betsy to spread her splayed legs even more dramatically. " What you want Betsy?" I question. " Oh God, please finish me. I need it SO BAD!" begs Betsy. As she ...