"Unghhh!"

He made strange noises and she knew it meant something was about to wham her somewhere, and it did. This one was a snorting lick right up her wide-open cunt-slit, from ass to clit.

Where the fuck was he? Way back up snorting around her nipples, with a hand still flapping and pulling at her cunt-lips, with fingers folded and then a finger sliding in her fuck-hole and all those purple sheets of flame got closer and wrapped her inside.

"Daryl, do something! Do my cunt! Do me, Daryl!"

His voice was bouncy like he was laughing. "You never screamed that loud before."

"Well it's all your fault for setting fire tome all inside so I couldn't help it." Casey stopped. "Real loud?"

"I think the neighbors are out too. I hope."

"Oh shit!" Casey was mortified and then horrified. What if the cops came or something? They'd have to wait. She wanted it now – tonight. She was going to have that big cock of his in her pussy. She clouded up and began to cry.

"What is it, Casey? What's the matter?"

"I screamed and now the cops'll come and all the neighbors will know and I wanted you to make love to me and now we can't!" She sniffed.

"So that's it! Nobody heard nothing."

He reached for her, but she pulled away. They argued. He convinced her with two overwhelming arguments. They'd argued long enough for anything to happen that might happen, and he held her hand on his cock.

"But we have to use something and I brought one. And you have to be gentle and go easy with that great big prick of yours."

He went to a drawer and pulled out a package. "I've worn out three of these carrying them while waiting for you to come across."

"Gimme, gimme. I get to put it on, but you have to show me how," Casey said.