"Man!"

Don shifted position, rolling his hips, shoving his prick against the top of Traci's pussy mound. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. The girl moved her hips up toward him.

"Unnghhh!"

Traci couldn't believe the torrent of electrical shock feelings coming from her cunt. His cock knob pressed directly over her clit. She sighed again, feeling the shocks seeping from that hot little spindle to all parts of her body. She rocked her thighs from side to side, directing the tip of his cock against one cuntlip, then the other. Her clit rolled under that sliding pressure, sending more heat signals to her overloaded brain. Traci grabbed at his face, pulling his head against her throat. Don responded by sucking and biting at her neck. Every nibble sent flashes of goodness to her clit.

"Oh, fuck, fuck…"

Traci whipped her thighs up and down, the springs squeaking and groaning as the girl thrashed wildly in her bed. The sheets gathered up between her thighs, working up between her dancing ass. The sounds of slick skin rubbing against slick skin filled the room, mixed with their moans. Her chest was so tight, her mouth dry as cotton. Traci's hair clung to her dampened cheeks while she clawed at Don's broad shoulders. Looking heavy-lidded up at the young stud Traci felt happiness, such a delight that she'd never felt before. The way his hairy chest rubbed over her itching nipples, the way his legs pinned hers to the sweat-stained sheets, spreading them apart while his cock rubbed teasingly over her pussymeat made the girl nearly faint with lust. Oh, how could she have thought sex was evil, bad, something to be confined only to the marriage bed? Breathing in oxygen through her flared nostrils to feed her body, Traci hunched more fiercely than before. The pressure that had begun as a whirling ball of sexual hunger in her belly was building. The blonde teen started making strangled sounds, humping up against Don, then shifting her thighs from side to side in order to feel his cock more intensely.