Natalie twisted beneath him as her body slowly became accustomed to the huge skewering penis and began to involuntarily react to the boy's gentle fucking motions. The very thought of her total surrender to this handsome teenager sent a chill running up her spine, as she felt the slow, hypnotic rhythm of Jason Powell's cock pounding wetly into the sensitive throbbing opening of her vagina.
The boy felt her body begin to thrash beneath him and he quickened his thrusts, grabbing her flailing legs behind the knees and shoving them roughly back against her shoulders until her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. Her tortured body was bent back almost double and the glistening wet, flattened plane of her crotch was presented up to his driving lunges, hot and pulsating and deep. Staring down between their bodies, the youth slowly withdrew his deeply imbedded instrument until just the tip of its head rested within the swollen wet lips of her pussy. He hesitated, then rammed forward with all his youthful energy, driving the full throbbing length of his lust-incited member deep into her helplessly exposed vagina. The wet flat smack of his hips thudding against her pelvis resounded off the pine walls of the little room as he thrust his dripping tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low, animal groans that were forming there. His hands insinuated themselves between the bean bag cushion and the full white cheeks of her ass as he cupped them in his spread fingers and palms so he could knead the warm, satiny flesh, pulling the rounded firm globes apart.