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" he answered smiling back."Is that so? Well then, why don't we just take care of the tremendous appetite of yours?" Denise asked already feeling the warm anticipation in her panties.David grinned evilly as he pushed the contents of the table to the floor. Setting Denise on the table reveling at the soft curves barely contained beneath her sheer robe, his now tremendous organ begged to be released.Denise scooted to the edge of the table dripping with anticipation. "Come on big boy, fill me up." She murmured softly.As David entered her, Denise immediately knew something was wrong. Gasping with shock and more than a little pain, she felt David pushing something that felt akin to a Volkswagen deep inside her!"What the hell is that kinky son-of-a-bitch doing to me?!?" she thought to herself. As she looked down, she could see the tremendous size of David's organ thrusting in and out of her. "That's ... that's not possible!!!" she told herself "It must be some sort of prosthetic device. "It's like a huge piston, isn't it?"I reached around and grasped her butt with both hand and pulled her to me, capturing her mouth with mine as I wriggled out from under the steering wheel and got down on the floor in front of the passenger seat. I freed her mouth and turned her around so her back was to me and then I yanked down her shorts and tiny panties and got my mouth up between her ass cheeks and my tongue into her immature pussy. I was amazed to feel my over-taxed cock quiver and surge, bending double in my pants.Ginger squealed when I found her hidden clit and then she shuddered and climaxed, soaking my face as I reached down and unzipped. When I pulled her to me and my rigid cock entered her slippery little cunt and lifted her right off the seat, I knew I had another virgin and slowed down as my hands went up under her shirt and covered her fine little boobs, teasing out her small nipples."Don't hurt me; please, please, don't hurt me," she whimpered as her buttocks moved in.
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