Ginny knew she couldn't take more of this. And still his cock meat kept coming, squeezing through her tight pussy, frying up in her boiling juices. Ginny gasped, barley able to keep enough air in her lungs to remain conscious.

"Man, man, you're tightenin' up on me again. Can't let that happen, baby. Come on, loosen up. Fuck! You're cuttin' my prick in two!"

Justin reached down with one hand, and he began rubbing his fingers back and forth, back and forth on either side of her stretched cunt lips. Ginny sighed. At least there was no pain, no slaps, no tearing of the hair.

Then Justin started fucking his cock back into her. Ginny wondered if it were physically possible to be fucked to death. Surely Justin had that cock of death, an instrument that could drive a woman insane or into the grave. And there was more of it, much more still outside her juicing cunt.

Justin arched his spine, throwing back his head as a particularly powerful spasm passed through his body. He began dragging his cock out slowly. The change in direction sent shivers of delight and fear racing through Ginny's body. It felt like an obscene kiss, a vacuum attached to her cunt, sucking out her guts!

"Noooofoofofffff!" she choked.

Justin only pulled two inches from her cunt. With a powerful downward thrust, he shoved back in, fucking his cock head several inches past where the last stroke had stopped. Ginny arched her back, her body shivering and twitching under the hideous attack. The big stud repeated this move, pulling out, then fucking back in, each time going, a little deeper.

Ginny no longer thought about time, about the bell that would eventually rescue her from this madman. She concentrated instead on her pussy, on her cunt that was being fucked by that kissing cock. Finally the girl realized Justin's balls were flattening up against her body.