Looking back on it, Katy could not remember who made the first move. There had been an awkward silence, and then she and Ron Watson were kissing frantically. His lips were against hers, crushing down; his stubble scratching against her chin. Her hands were against his chest, stoking, kneading, whilst his hands tore frantically at her blouse, sending buttons popping. Before she knew it, Katy was bare-breasted, and Ron had moved to her jeans. It was only now he broke the kiss while he concentrated on stripping Katy naked. She looked down at his cock. It was rock hard, and magnificent in length and girth. Katy wanted it badly, but worried it may be too big for her. Its tip was at Ron’s navel and the head was purple and bulbous.
Ron, having removed all of Katy’s clothes, resumed their kissing. Open mouthed, their tongues danced a tango, whilst their hands ran up and down each other’s bodies. Ron pressed Katy to the ground and Katy opened her legs. She didn’t want foreplay, she just wanted to fuck. Ron positioned his cock at her entrance and slammed into her. Katy screamed. She was as wet as she had ever been, but Ron’s massive penis took no prisoners. This was pain, but the most exquisite pain she had ever experienced. She could feel Ron all the way inside her, and yet his balls were still not touching her pussy lips. Katy’s muscles contracted around him. “Fuck me,” she cried, “fuck me as hard as you can.” Ron needed no further encouragement, as he plunged into her, time and time again, causing Katy to cry out with greater passion, bringing her to an earth shattering orgasm. The room shook as Katy dug her nails into Ron’s arse, encouraging him to continue with the hammering. This was pure sex and Katy wanted more. She wanted Ron’s seed in her womb.
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