"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God!"
He couldn't be gentle. His rod was so hot that he was almost hurting.
He withdrew his cock part way and slammed it violently back into her again. She groaned. He felt his balls slap her and it was a delicious feeling.
"Jesus," he gasped. "Jesus!"
He couldn't control himself. It had never felt so good. He pulled his cock out and grabbed her legs. She protested but nothing would stop him. He lifted her legs up above her head. Her sweet pink pussy was completely exposed. He leaned over her and pressed his cock against her again.
"No," she begged him.
He slammed his cock into her again, deeper than before. He felt her hot cunt walls working on his cock-head. Goddamn finest piece of ass he'd ever had! He slammed into her again. His balls slapped loudly.
He couldn't slow down. He kept driving his prick relentlessly into her sweet cunt. Again and again he felt her moan as his cock stroked her.
"Ahhh baby," he moaned. "Little darling, this is sweet. Goddamn fucking sweet. Sweetest hot box I've ever had. Oh shit, baby, you're tight."
He could no longer hold back. He could feel the sperm building in his balls. He felt the fiery liquid coming up through is rod into his cock-head.
"Ahhh shit," he groaned. "Ahhhh fucking shit! Jesus fucking Christtt!"
He exploded into her with a geyser of hot sperm. He filled her cunt as he had never filled a woman's cunt before. He kept squirting into her until he wondered where it had all come from.
Jesus, it was fine.
He moaned as the last cum-drop escaped his cock. The girl was sobbing quietly. He kept his cock in her until it went limp and slowly fell out.
"Goddamn," he said softly.
He looked down at the girl and realized what he had done. It was crazy. She looked as if she had gone through a meat grinder. He had left a dozen marks on her.. He had to get her out quickly. Get her dressed and get her out.
He was in a panic. He had loved it. Loved every minute of it, but he might have hurt her and there could be no doubt that he had ripped her clothes off.
A blouse, he thought. He was going to have to get her a blouse.
Only then did he become aware that someone was laughing. He turned scared eyes toward the door in the cell. There were three people standing there. Two women. He remembered their names. Julia Johnson and Carolyn Merrit. He had fucked Julia. He had fucked her silly. He hadn't got around to Carolyn.
And there was a man there. He didn't know him. He had a camera. One really fancy job. Julia was smiling at him. She held a roll of film in her hands.