He bumped me from behind, pushing his thing in deeper. It was a tight fit. I squealed a couple of times, but he kept on feeding me his cock.

He stuck me deep, putting it way in. He oohed and aahed. He held on tight to my hips and rocked back and forth, fucking me from behind.

I was on all fours and he fucked me dog style.

I participated. I moaned and cried and whimpered and begged him not to stop and did all the tricks whores – and lovers – do to make their men think that they're the greatest lays since Casanova.

Sanford liked to pull and squeeze my tits. He took hold of them, one in each hand, and held on tight while fucking me.

My tits were sensitive, but he pulled them this way and that, twisting them, squeezing them like the udders of some cow he was milking.

My stiff nipples got sore from all the pulling and pinching.

Sanford was a heavy guy, and when he pushed his thing into me, he pressed down hard on me, so that it was a strain to stay on my knees.

I moaned from the pain of my pulled tits. Sanford thought that I was moaning from the good fucking he was giving me.

The way he huffed and puffed, I was afraid that he'd have a stroke – that would have been a hell of a thing!

He jammed his thing deep inside me. The cock head bumped my womb. He didn't pull it out but kept it plunged inside me.

He came. He didn't come as heavy in my pussy as he had in my mouth, but there was still plenty of fresh cream gushing into my slit.

I did good. Sanford thought that I was the greatest, and he promised that he would be coming back for more.

Before he left, he scheduled an appointment with me for the following week.

Beverly was really sexed up from watching me get fucked. After Sanford was gone, she counted out my money for me.

I was naked on the bed. She let the cash fall down on me like leaves, green paper leaves that stuck to my sweating body.