He just looked at me as his smile just broadened. flash “Here, in case you forgot…check out the trailer of the movie I made”. Turned my head towards the big screen TV, there were snippets of movie frames of me doing things…doing those things to Kyle last week with the accompanying sound track behind it. “You would not dare…you fucking little asshole”. I was pissed. “Try me bitch…this is not a game…this is for real”, he sounded even more pissed than me…and he just called my bluff. The tone of his voice was overwhelming, there was no compromise in it, but I had to try. “Ok…what is it going to take? We have to put this desi behind us”, my voice trailed off. “Told you last week…nothing has changed. I own your ass.” I closed my eyes and exhaled…this was going nowhere. Turned to walk away. “Where do you think you are going?” Kyle snapped. “I am not going to discuss this anymore”. “You are right…get over here…I want to fuck you right now”. “WHAT?” I was being indignant, “ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?” This is not going to happen. real amateur “Really?” The TV switched to Utube and he was uploading an attachment. “Whoa…wait a minute…you can’t”. He grabbed his crotch with his bus free hand and nodded. Goddamn it I thought…this just cannot be happening. But my feet started to move and my hands raised the bottom of my dress. “You don’t have to take off your dress…just your panties…and just for the record, do not want you wearing panties anymore. Do you understand?” “Argh”, I grunted and nodded, with no intention of actually not wearing panties “anymore”. Kyle pushed his shorts down…that massive hunk of dick was in full erection. I mentally tried to hasten myself knowing that this just might be a struggle if I am dry. I slowly pulled my panties off and gave my self a rub trying to initiate as much lube as possible. “No…I want you to feel every part of me…get up here”. I bit my lower lip as I straddled him. The head of his cock put pressure against my vagina, which was not nearly close to being ready. Kyle did not care…he drove his hips upward. The pressure turned to pain as he forced himself into me…each slight movement felt like a huge sandpaper cylinder was being shoved up me. The pressure, the force, the tightness…pain caused a yelp to exit from my throat…even as he bottomed out against my internal organs. He allowed me to lift, just slightly, but enough to notice my cunt was starting to flow…the friction turning more into heat and less indian like the sandpaper. Kyle kept pounding into me…not the slow and building crescendo he did last weekend, but as if he turned into a commercial jackhammer. He was showing no mercy as he tried to split me in two…to New drive his cock completely through me. The heat turned into a burning sensation…it needed to be cooled, but he was not letting up. The thought was that I might die being skewered by my own son’s cock…it seemed to go on forever…before finally stiffening…his jets of cum surging and seething into the depths of my cavity. This kid’s volume was more than any two men I ever fucked…it filled me, but due to the size of his cock his jizz was forced around it…even though I was only beginning to start the climb to a sexual climax, I still had a satisfaction of not only surviving but getting him off with such a copious amount. I tell her to have real amateur a good life and hang up. “It’s a huge turn on. I groaned in pleasure. There was something mixed in it, a thick gunk. She'd since dressed, was wearing shorts and indian a t-shirt and had her long red hair in a ponytail. Don’t bring that thing anywhere near me,” she pleaded. She shrugged, “Yes. It was just starting to grow. Frank thought flash desi for a few seconds. Karen made no bus move to leave. I let her go, feeling strands of hair come New off in my hands.