He held firm, not moving, afraid he would lose control. She was a caldron, a boiling caldron of heat. It felt like his cock would be burned alive in her hot, seething cunt. When he started to rock his hips, the action gouged the swollen head of his prick into the soft oozing muscles of her pulsing pussy.

Patsy pulled herself up and chewed like a demented animal on his neck, shoulders, and tense-muscled arms. Whimpering, she chewed and licked. Her hips rotated constantly, even in this strained posit ion. Her strength was quickly ebbing, and she was unable to keep her upper body fused with his. She fell back to the floor, her blue eyes floating in their sockets.

"Fuck me, Ray! Fuck me like you would Gretchen." It was the plea of a child in a woman's body. "Please."

Ray eased back. Her cunt refused to give up his cock, tugging and grabbing his shaft when he pulled out slowly. He stopped, the bloated head of his cock remaining inside her twisting body. Then, without warning, he slammed into her, driving his whimpering sister-in-law back into the carpet.

This time he didn't stop. He eased his prick out to the tip, then slammed back into her writhing body, sinking his cock in to the root. He repeated the slamming sequence until Patsy howled in utter ecstasy.

This was what Patsy wanted, craved, what she couldn't live without. She clutched his body, humped to meet each long, arduous stroke, squeezed every ounce of pleasure from it, then squealed in a zealous rage when he slipped it back out again.

"Faster! Faster!" The slow, teasing strokes were becoming unbearable. Her body writhed in convulsions. Her nipples swelled, the large, creamy tit-globes floundering on her chest as she gasped and wheezed for air. Her body quaked with an overwhelming need to be satisfied.