The big bull-6

“Oh my god, fuck!” I cried out.

“Yeah Bitch, you want this big dick?” he asked.

“Yes! Fuck me….harder!” I heard myself say.

“Yeah. Big God’s dick gonna tear you up”, he boasted. And he fucked me even more merciless than before. He was at an intense pace, whaling away on me. He then gripped my upper thighs and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. The mega-strong football player had pulled my body off the ground, but continued to fuck my ass with hard direct blasts. I held onto the window sill as his cock was plunged into me more. I could make out some guys down in the moonlight outside the house. Did they look up and see me? I think they may have, but I didn’t really care at that moment as I was getting dizzy with pleasure.

My head was swirling as he continued. He yanked my legs up even higher and planted my feet onto the window sill. I fell backwards into him. He thrust up into me with several brutal fucks.

“You fuckin’ cunt! Take it!” he growled as he plowed on. “I am the greatest fucker in the world!” he bragged. I could not move anywhere. I was held up by this strong muscle stud, suspended by his might as he pummeled my guts over and over. The dozens of thrusts were mind-boggling. And then he finally lifted me down and withdrew his thick cock out of my hole.