Holly Hope: Slut girl

"Say it, Sheri, say it," he told me as I felt the length of his hot meat pushing farther and higher up inside my hot cunt.

"Yes, yes, fuck me Jim I love you I love it I love you oh fuck me fuuuuucckk meeeee!!!" Then I bit the words off as a touch of sanity returned with my first come. Oh, good God, they'd hear me all over the hospital. But that thought was erased as I felt his sperm climb hotly up within my crevice and then we lay there, entwined as one person while my clinging wild cunt muscles savagely wrung every last drop from his spewing cock.

"No one can hear us, honey. I gave Shirley the afternoon off, hoping this would happen. My God, that was the quickest I've ever shot. But the best. And you are the tightest, most beautiful girl in the world." He pushed back from my chest where he had sprawled from exhaustion and smiled and then bent and tenderly kissed a nipple. "Well, Mrs. James Larson, you have to many me and make an honest shrink out of me. Please?" And my head bobbed so fast, and my grin was so wide, that neither of us was bothered by the deliriously happy tears of joy and ecstasy that coursed down my cheeks and plopped onto my heaving, jiggling breasts.

"That's it, honey, till our wedding night. We're going to do this up right, and kosher, and clean and beautiful," he said, and I nodded in ecstatic agreement.