“You’re sure Monica, I’ll probably hurt you.”
“Johnny, I know you’ll hurt me but I’m sure. XXX You can come back over at lunch; I’ll fix us some sandwiches.”
After Johnny’d gone Monica ran a hot bath and soaked. No matter, Johnny knew where the spare key was hidden. Nearly ready, he was nearly there; he mounted her and fucked her harder, going deeper with each thrust, impaling her, stabbing into her guts. Monica’s body began to tremble as her orgasm built, she was shaking and screaming, her organs were contracting, spasming and Johnny pounded her, she flooded out, her juices pouring when he came, God, he roared, spewing gush after gush of hot cum into her. Johnny had come over two days ago, the sex had been raucous but she hadn’t mentioned what she was beginning to think of as her problem.
