Madeline instinctively held on to the huge black man as his cock was rhythmically thrust up her tight soaked pussy, she felt the surges of sperm shooting up her vagina rushing towards her Fallopian tubes eager to find an egg to fertilize. His potent cock shot wave after wave of sperm into Madeline, the ravaged white girl embracing him to prevent her falling, shuddering at each attack by his cock up her, she was unable to stand, to move or to function. For these momentous minutes Mr Dexter was in complete control, Madeline was both physically and mentally engulfed by the man who had won his way into her; he had claimed her cherry, her virginity.
His tongue and mouth still occupied hers, his tongue pushing hers down, up and back. Her mouth was overrun by his saliva as her vagina, uterus and Fallopian tubes were awash with his sperm. He moved his mouth from hers, allowing himself quiet but definite triumphant expletives. He looked in her exhausted, defeated blue eyes, kissed her, squeezed the last few squirts of sperm up her, and detached himself by slowly slipping his cock out. The sploshing sound as he came out of her demonstrating the amount of male and female juice she had. This juice had served its purpose, it had facilitated a successful penetration; she didn't know it, but courtesy of her father’s fertile boss she was to bear fruit and it would be the African variety. |