J S Bradley
Wife in bondage
He lifted his hips under her, making her whole body bound up and down on his lap. His huge, massive cock rammed in and out of her tight, dry cunt until it felt as if he would split her in two.
"Ahhhhhgh!" she groaned, trying to twist away.
He clamped his hand over her mouth. It was a huge ham of a hand, and he nearly choked off her breath by covering her nose as well. His arm was around her middle, holding her body tightly to his lap. He fucked up and down in the back seat of the little car and mauled her aching tits over and over.
There was nowhere she could twist away to. The small car sped down the highway as he fucked her, lunging up so hard to drive his big cock into her body that she bashed the top of her head on the low ceiling.
Ellen went dizzy for a moment then miraculously, the pain stopped. There was only the motion, up and down, superimposed on the swaying of the small, light car hurtling through the night.
It was unreal. A dream! It wasn't really happening to her. She'd fallen asleep somewhere and was just dreaming that she'd been blindfolded and thrown into a strange car on a huge oaf's lap.
Then she heard the moist, breathy gasp in her ear and felt the hot breath over the nape of her neck. She felt the monstrous rise of quivering hips. She felt the lunge of a tree trunk up her cunt and the flood of sticky sap that boiled from it and filled her abused, aching pussy.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" he growled against her.
His cock swelled to impossible dimensions. It blasted and hosed up inside her, making her pussy walls finally slick and lubricated. The sperm sloshed out backwards, spurting from the swollen lips of her pussy and drenching his balls and the seat of the car.
Ellen groaned with him. Not because she was coming with him, but because he'd nearly wrenched the firm cone of her tit from her chest with his massive hand.