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It was bound to happen. It had to. You know how it is. I don’t have to tell you about it.
I bore her down upon the sand. I forced aside her vague, distracted fingers, ripped aside her encumbering clothes. I seated her naked ass upon the cold earth, and I plunged my vast cock into her with the force of a rape. I pounded at her like a mad thing. I would kill her if necessary with fucking. Her claws commenced to rake my back. She nearly strangled me with the power of her embrace as her breathing changed to gasps, and her gasps to cries. I felt fingernails digging into my buttocks. My toes scrabbled in the sand for resistance, I rose off my knees and slammed down into her, my balls battered against her heaving ass. She spread her thighs until they creaked and lashed at my back with her heels. I was pouring with sweat, and the hair of my chest was matted and rasping against her squashed tits. My hands clenched on her shoulders and pulled her torso against mine as hard as I could. With each gasp, she slammed her head harder against my neck and shoulder. Her hair slashed at my face and filled my panting mouth. Her cunt slung itself up and up against my driving loins, and rasping moans were torn from her throat with each lunge. And then I was coming, jetting hard spurts of sperm deep, deep, all over the floor of her heart. Her moans broke into a scream, and her teeth clamped upon my shoulder as she too came. She battered her cunt on my cock through the shuddering of her climax, harder, and then more softly, more softly.
The rain which had begun as a gentle drizzle now roared on the convertible top of Emily’s car. In fact, it fell so heavily that she was unable to see clearly through the windshield. Her wipers hurried back and forth, doing the best job they could under the circumstances, but they could not clear the glass effectively. To make her situation even more unpleasant, she noticed suddenly that the needle of her fuel gauge read well below the Empty point.
Oh! If only she had had the sense to fill up when she passed through that last town. But it was too late for that now. There would hardly be another gasoline station up here in these damnable mountains, and even if she should pass one, she imagined, it would almost certainly be closed at this late an hour. In fact, it must be midnight or after. Damn! What was she doing up here anyway?
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.