"Come inside me," she panted, rolling her hips and milking hard on his thrusting cock. "I wanna feel your hot wad blasting into my pussy!" Her ass wiggled, and her muscles yanked on the shaft of his prick, urging the gushing response she craved from his rod.

But instead he eased his cock out of the clench of her cuntal grip and she gasped, reaching back between her legs to recapture him, to bring him right fucking back where he goddamn belonged!

"No," she gasped, her arm rubbing the drooling lips of her pussy slice as she fumbled to catch hold of his dick, "no, I want you in me… " She felt suddenly the wet kiss of his cunt-soaked tool, brushing up and down the twitchy crack of her ass. "Put it in, goddamn it," she commanded, "oh, why are you teasing me???"

Then her back arched and she flopped over onto her side, drawing her knees protectively toward her tits. "What are you 'doing'???" she asked. "What are you trying to do to me, Ken Miller?"

Her anus still throbbed from the surprise attack of his lust-fattened cock, and her eyes were wide in shocked surprise.

"Something new," he said in a shaky voice, hovering above her with his cock full of lust and hotblooded excitement. He looked enormous. "Let me put it in your asshole," he said.

Tricia shrieked. "Put it in my 'what'??? Ken Miller, you've gotta be kidding!" Instinctively, she reached down and covered her tiny pink rear opening with the flat of her hand. Her palm was moist and shivery, and the touch on her asshole was tingly-exciting as she squeezed down. But his cock, in that minuscule place? Jesus, no!

He took her thighs and opened them, leaning down so he could rub his cheek up and down the tingly interior of her legs. His breath brushed across the raw, fuck-savaged slice of her pussy. She lay panting, still high from her orgasm.