And then, it was done…!

Unashamedly, Toni whimpered out in her desperate frustration as he drew the slowly deflating shaft of useless male flesh out of her sperm-flooded pussy and fell back upon his buttocks in confused disgust with himself, his cheeks flushed, his mouth slack.

"D-Damnit, Baby, I-I'm sorry… honest to God I am… but I just couldn't hold back any longer," he whined weakly, hardly able to look Toni in the eye for fear of reprisal.

Toni said nothing as she fought to regain control of her ragged emotions and quell the raging inferno of sensations that were tingling wildly in her unfulfilled loins and belly. Dear God, she had to try to understand. IN all truth, she knew that he had done his best… and was it his fault she was some kind of sex freak? Her darling… she looked at him sitting here so dejected and ashamed, blaming himself for what was her inadequacy and a warm feeling of compassionate love for him surged through her. He would be perfect if only it weren't for that one little thing… but how little was it really? She closed her eyes tight and pretended those wanton sensations racing through her loins were wicked and evil, the devil's footprints.

Milt Baline slapped his knee and guffawed lecherously over his niece's misery as he watched it over the video screen. "That dumb punk kid of a boy friend can't do it for her. What she needs is a cock stuffed into that frustrated little pussy of hers – MY COCK!"

The red-headed vixen beside him hungrily ogled her husband's thick, heavily veined organ he had continuously stroked throughout the young couple's love-making sequence, their own act of voyeurism doing as much to stimulate her lust as the actual performance itself.