Ann moaned aloud and struggled against his burning fingers. "Ohh, God, ohhh…" His carnal words invoked her to react with strange, blood-pounding need. "Oh, yesss, yes, fuck me, Bob…" she screamed hysterically. "Fuck meeeee!"
The young man scooped up Lani's mother in his strong, muscular arms before she knew what was happening, and carried her a short distance into the trees, dropping her unceremoniously on a bed of leaves. He gazed with lewd, rapturous intent down at her sprawled, wide-legged body, her dress up around her slim waist, her panties down around her knees where he'd already pulled them. He drooled anticipatorily as he looked upon her defenseless pussy, completely and abandonedly splayed in feasting array below him. "Tell me again," he groaned, rubbing his thick shaft up and down as he stood over the insensate mother. "Tell me again, only this time tell me about my cock! Now tell me, you slut, before I get angry!"
A foaming tide of salacious passion ripped through the final cloth of Ann's defenses like a hot knife through butter. She looked up through tear-stained eyes at the strutting boy, at his giant, hard cock jutting from his black-haired loins, at the oozing drop of seminal fluid emanating from its tiny, winking cock-slit, and her mind was immersed in her own sexual whirlwind. Without considering, without a will of her own any longer, Ann dropped her mouth open and heard herself say: "Yes, Bob! I want your cock to cum inside me, fuck me until I cum too! Fuck me hard, just like you fucked my daughter!"