"Ahhhhh-no! No! Ohhhh, don't do that, Logan! Fuck me! God, don't make me come like that! Don't suck… ahhhhhh, fuck me, hurry!"

Her pussy-mouth jittered and flapped around his tongue. Her cunt-petals sucked and pressed against his lips, returning his fevered kisses, his wild tasting of her musky twat.

He licked and slurped at her running pussy, his fingers kneading into the firm meat of her ass, his hands lifting her twat to his face and making her thighs spread wide and open.

Chris tossed and churned, her head whipping back and forth on the cushion. Her hands went to her crotch. She pushed at his head and moaned raggedly.

"Don't do that! Fuck me! Ohhhh, God, fuck me!"

Logan lifted. He watched her pussy-mouth suck and pulse and run freely. He shook his head with a short motion and blinked, as if coming out of some kind of momentary madness.

He took his prick in his hand and jacked it. He lifted his gaze from the ready, eager pussy in front of him and looked at the snapshot of Robin again. His cock throbbed to the point of eruption.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Chris cried, lifting up, her hand searching for his prick.

Logan snapped his head back from the picture. He grinned heatedly. He let her grasping fingers wrap around his prick and pull the pulsing shaft towards her open cunt.

"Ahhhh, in me-in me!" she gasped.

He leaned forward. She held the stiff shaft and, swept the pulsing head up and down her gushing gap, her hips bucking and jerking so wildly she couldn't get the broad cock-head into her shivering hole.

Logan let out a breath of air, somewhat like a sigh, and helped her, pressing forward.

"Yaaaaah!" she cried sharply.

She gasped and gasped. She felt her pussy-lips wrap around the wide head of his cock. She felt the pressure behind his hips as he bored into her cunt-tunnel.

She felt nearly virginal. It had been so long since a prick had stretched open her cunt-tunnel that she was incredibly tight around his shaft-deliciously, juicily tight.