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Richard felt his cock throbbing as he watched the young blonde grinding along his hard shaft, her perfect round ass bouncing up and down. He finally got what he wanted, his cock buried balls deep inside her young pussy, her begging for him to take her ringing in his ears. He no longer cared how wrong it was; he wanted her, and he was taking her.

He glanced down and watched as her tight folds slid up and down on his cock, her wetness coating his hard shaft. Damn, she looked hot as hell, her young cunt so fucking tight and eager. He slid his hand over her ass, relishing the way her flesh felt against his hand. Sliding his finger between her ass cheeks, he found her dark hole and toyed with the entrance to her back door. He felt her stiffen at his touch, which only made his cock ache more. Grinning, he pushed his thumb into her ass, making her cry out as she stopped moving, locking herself in place. However, she didn’t tell him to stop. Well, she did say whatever I wanted. He grinned even more as he pushed his thumb all the way into her ass, wiggling it a little as he felt her body shudder at the intrusion. With his other hand, he slapped her ass. “Fuck me,” he ordered, and she immediately started grinding on his cock again, fucking her own ass, as well.

He groaned at the sight, her ass bouncing up and down, her juices covering them, dripping from her spread cunt, and coating them both. “Damn, you look hot as hell. Your pussy is so fucking tight.” He fingered her back door some more, his other hand squeezing her ass as she rode on his cock. He could let her fuck him for hours, relishing her young pussy on his cock, but he wanted more. He wanted to drive into her, hear her scream out as he pounded her like the young little slut he knew she was. Slapping her ass one more time, he yanked his thumb from her ass, reaching up to her hair with his other hand, and pulling her head back and to the side until she slid off his cock. “I think it’s my turn to fuck you for a while,” he said as he guided her to stand beside him.

Sliding off the chair, he motioned for her to lie down, as he knelt between her legs. He couldn’t wait to taste her young pussy. Leaning down, he inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of her as she spread her legs for him. So eager. So willing. So fucking hot. He blew on her swollen clit just before running his tongue between her folds, tasting her sweet nectar. He gripped her legs, holding her open before him, his for whatever he desired, and he desired a hell of a lot from her.

And now she was his. At least for the moment. He tongued her entrance, shoving his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, his mouth sucking on her cunt as he did. She wiggled under him, one hand gripping his head as she ground her wetness against his lips, her juices filling his mouth. He then slid his tongue between her folds, up to her hardened pearl, sucking it into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over it. She groaned, pushing her cunt against him harder, her wetness coating his lips and chin. Gripping her hips, he held her to him with a tight grip as he ravished her pussy with his mouth. He felt years younger as he knelt there between her legs, his cock throbbing, as he licked and sucked at her sweet honey, her moans filling his ears as she gripped his dark hair. He relished every lick of his tongue against her passion.

As he continued to suck on her clit, he shoved two fingers into her cunt once more, curling them to hit the tender spot at the top of her pussy. She cried out, grinding her body against his mouth as her legs clamped around his head. He sucked harder, fingering her until he felt her gush all over his hand. His cock throbbed as he knelt there, ravishing her young cunt.

After a few more minutes, he pulled away, gripping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the chair even more. He pushed up, his cock at her entrance as he held her legs up against his chest, her feet on each side of his head. With one hand, he gripped his cock and slid it up and down between her folds until he pushed it against her entrance. “Beg,” he ordered, his voice deep, almost guttural as he stared down at her, soaking in her massive breasts as she clutched the sides of the chair.

“Please, Richard, please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me. Take it. Make that young pussy yours! I want you to fill me. I need it. God, please. Fuck me!”

He grinned down at her just before he buried his cock balls deep into her young cunt, her wetness swallowing him. The chair creaked under Valerie as he drove into her, his hips smacking her ass as he pounded her. She whimpered, her cries bouncing off the water and surrounding trees, off the house, as he fucked her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her large globes as they bounced up and down with each thrust of his cock. He could feel her cunt sucking on his meaty rod, milking him, and he was eager to give her his cum, filling her young, fertile womb with his seed.

She cried out even more, begging him to fuck her harder, faster, to use her, promising that she was his little slut, that she wanted him to use her, own her. God, he would love to own this little cunt in front of him. He could imagine what he could do to her. His son was a fool for not taking advantage of such a willing pussy.

As he pounded her, her fingers gripping the sides of the chair with white knuckles, he saw her eyes go wide, felt her legs tighten in his grip, and knew her second orgasm was breaking over her. She screamed even louder, her head swinging from side to side as she arched her back, her tits pushed up to the sky. He felt her cunt tighten around his cock, her juices sliding down between them. “I’m coming!” she screamed. “Fuck, I’m coming!” She fell back on the chair, lifting her head as she stared at him, her face a mask of shock and ecstasy. “Richard, I’m coming.”

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