Finals Stress

Carrie was on the bed, her hands gripping her ankles tightly. Yaya's horse like cock plunged into her with reckless abandon, the balls loudly popping her asshole. The walls of her cunt snugly gripped at his shaft each time he withdrew it, only for him to push back in with what seemed like double the ****.

It was finals week. They were both stressed from cramming for the last exams they ever intended to take, and they only knew of one way to work off that stress. They were both dripping sweat, as the dominant Yaya drilled the pliable Carrie.

"Fuck, Yaya, you're the best," Carrie whimpered, meeting his thrusts. She'd forgotten how many times she'd cum. She was going to pass out if he kept at it for much longer.

"Yaya ... knows," Yaya grunted, plowing his American prize. "I want you ... to come to ... Africa with me. Meet Yaya's parents. Spend the summer."

Carrie came again, both from the power of his fucking and the joy that this news gave her. She was the one. And as he came in her, a thick, rich torrent of seed, they both knew they had a summer to plan.