"Oh God… God!"

It was wild, incredible! Yes, Hank would discipline her, make her learn, teach her all the fine details about fucking while he rodded her mercilessly! Sharon rocked her body from left to right, her head rolling over the mattress as tangles of hairs stuck to her cheeks and forehead. Yes, she was as much of a slut as her mother! It must have been something that ran in the family, a kind of sexual curse that made their cunts stimulated by such awful, sadistic thoughts!

Sharon was pumping her ass up and down harder, letting her fingertips just graze the tiny bulge of her clit now to tease herself. There was another rush of thrills making her head swim. It felt as if she were on some wild kind of drug or something. Her thighs felt as if they were on fire and the flesh between her toes itched. Sharon shut her eyes a third time, feeling the coverlet under her jiggling asscheeks wrinkle up. She was spreading her legs, too, bending them at the knees, letting them fall apart as if Hank were there to fuck her, to take her as his own.

"Ohhh, wow… wowowowowow!"

Could her mother hear? No, she was still downstairs, pretending as if nothing had happened. And then her legs began flopping loosely down once more as she dug at the mattress with her heels. Her straight blonde hair splashed over the pillow, tangling wetly at the corners of her mouth. No, she didn't care about her mother and what she thought. That wild, hot, itchy feeling was becoming more and more concentrated, something close to pain, yet something so wonderful, so very, very delightful! Cumming! Oh, yes, a climax that would blow her out the side of the wall. Again, Sharon thought of Hank, thought of the ropes, of the way Janice had looked hog tied there on her king-sized bed. Her entire body felt hot and buzzy.