We took turns crying and whispering to each other as my sore pecker probed into her raw cunt. Porn sex I mounted her one last time. It was late January, and I was competing in a contest held in a fairly large city several hours from my home. Our repeated orgasms had numbed our organs making it easy to prolong our coupling, our bodies spent, we were fucking on pure emotion. Her parents were not likely to return until after midnight, we had another four or five hours together. My groin painfully tensed up, trying in vain to find more semen to inject into her. She cried harder as she went on, “they’s talking bout moving from here, they’ll be gone Friday, I’m gonna act sick and stay home, can you come to the house at dark Friday?, …don’t come up if you see the truck… I love you, I got to go!” She went ambling back to her house as fast as her crippled body could go, and I was left horny, anxious, and sad. I stood there perfectly still watching the fascinating sight as precum began oozing from my cock and into her deformed mouth.
