Hellen goes back for more- 2

As she was softly speaking, still coming down from her high, Hellen realised Marcus was firmly stroking and caressing her plump tits. She also noticed that Marcus had resumed sawing his still-hard cock up her well-fucked little cunt.

“Damn!” Hellen exhaled. “I forgot how young boys stay hard forever. Doesn’t that thing get soft at all?”

“I’d really like to go one more time, but no, Marcus.” Hellen sighed with noticeable disappointment. “As much as I’d love to, I gotta get back home and, besides, my pussy’s a little sore. You really worked it over with that big cock of yours—you really pounded it. Now don’t give me that little puppy-dog look! I promise I’ll be back tomorrow night or the next night.”

Hellen later realised that she had mistaken Marcus’s look of determination for disappointment because, before she had time to react, Marcus flipped her over onto her back, and placing his arms behind her thighs, forced her thighs back against her jiggling tits. The site of Hellen folded in a neat little package, black thigh highs shining in the soft light, ignited the boy’s passions and he rammed the full length of his cock into Hellen’s pussyhole with one mighty shove.