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With my ragdoll still recovering, I released her pussy and took my cock in hand. I brought it to her battered hole and began slathering her juices all along it. Weakly, Melanie tried to grind against it, feeling her Master, her God, so close to her once again. When I was sufficiently lubed, I reached behind her with both hand, taking her tiny ass amateur near the top of her thighs and lifted her up. I made sure to lean back so I could keep her weight over me, not sure if she had the where-with-all to maintain her own balance. With my hands where they were, her legs naturally bent and I was able to bring her knees up so her pants would be out of the way when I was ready to insert. I pressed her against the side of the car, holding her in place while I stabbed blindly with my cock, seeking her cunt. I wasn't sure if Melanie was still riding her orgasm or was just playing limp for my sake, perhaps to feed some sort of drunk rape or necrophilia fantasy, but either way, she provided little reaction when my tip found purchase in the cleft of her readied hole. My questions about her awareness were answered when I began pushing inside her, bringing about a sharp gasp and body twitches as she reacted to the intrusion. As before, I slid up carefully, but deliberately. until I pressed against her cervix, then I pressed even more, pushing it upwards. "AAAAHHHH!" Melanie cried out. I pulled back, "Did that hurt?" I asked, disingenously. She quickly nodded. "You want me to do it again, don't you?" She nodded even quicker. "Yeah, that's right. You know your place, don't you, cow?" She nodded again. I pressed upwards, again pushing her cervix up into her uterus. I could hear Melanie's muffled shrieks of pain as she was determined not to cry out and instead, let me ruin that which was mine to ruin. "Good girl, I might make a decent breeder out of you yet." I whispered sharply into her ear. I could feel her essence running down my shaft, trickling over my balls as I slowly pulled my cockhead back to her entrance. I stabbed up into her sharply, ramming her cervix yet again. indian Melanie threw her head back grunting in Hardcore her suffering, her face contorted by agony. I then sped up my pace, bringing my cock to bump it lightly rather than smash into it, sending Melanie into fits. “You can touch it whenever you like Daisy.” Ryan said, “TT won’t mind.” She tried to talk but couldn’t form the words. "Vagina. Bliss..... Her jeans popped. I gave her a long make out session first, during which she started to wiggle trying to get my cock inside. This can't be happening! Everyone got into amateur the car and off we went towards the Outback that Jennifer picked. Sheppy is also panting and grunting. The electric thrill settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Most of them were like, adults or something. Brandon had visibly risen an inch off his seat, which I now realized Hardcore was made of stone beneath the cushion, because of course it was. When we got back to the villa Ryan looked at a map and decided that it wasn’t too far to drive, so a couple of days later we got up early and set off. I went over to the window and looked down at the busy street. I finally had to indian pull her away. I would love to see her naked breasts bounce, but in this position I can feel every motion of her hips.