I pound her like an anvil

While she’s still reeling from her climax, I get up and push Kennedy’s knees up to her hips. I grab her tits and nail her hard with my cock. I put my balls to her quim and bottom out in her cunt, feeling her stretch around my glans. She arches her neck and screams even louder as another orgasm boils through her.

I squeeze Kennedy’s boobs, kneading and massaging their springy flesh. I arrange my grip so I can pinch and roll their turgid pink points. She mewls and whimpers and moans as I maul her tits and pummel her box. “You want to be exploited?” I growl. “You want me to use you as my horny little fuckdoll? You want to be my little cockwhore, my little cumslut to take for my own pleasure? Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes . . .” Kennedy moans. “So . . . good . . .”

“You’re gonna find out what it means to get thrashed, little minx,” I snarl. “You hear that bed? You hear the springs screaming? You hear the frame bending? You feel it bouncing? I’m gonna jackhammer you into the fucking mattress, little vixen. I’m gonna fuck that tight little fucking cunt right through the fucking bed. I’m gonna screw you to the fucking floor. Your naïve little teenage hole is gonna learn how it feels when a real man fucks.”

“Yes!” Kennedy exults, then squeals wildly in the throes of another orgasm.

“Yeah, cum on my cock, fucktoy,” I say roughly. “Squeeze my dick hard. Let me feel that little slutbox try to stop me from hammering you. I’m not gonna fucking stop. You’re at my fucking mercy, and I’m gonna own that skinny cunt and use it to the fucking limit, and then I’m gonna keep going. I’m gonna fuck the brains right out of your pretty little head and leave you thinking with your pretty little pussy.”

“Yes!” Kennedy moans. “Yes! More—more—more—more . . . harder—fuck me harder—hammer me, big daddy—fucking hammer me . . .”

I press my fingers deeper into her springy titflesh and pound her tight body like a nail gun. “You’re not gonna be a dirty little camera slut anymore,” I growl. “You’re not gonna be a filthy whore for any dick with a lens. When you get horny showing off your tight little body, you’re gonna remember my cock, you’re gonna come back home and beg me to fuck you silly.”

“Yes!” Kennedy cries out. “Oh fuck yes!”

“Whose slut are you?” I grunt.

“Yours . . . only yours . . .”

“Fuck this cunt is tight,” I groan. “I swear your hot little teenage cunt is even tighter than your round little teenage ass . . .” Kennedy moans in pleasure at my words. “Who owns this tight little cunt?”

“You do, big daddy . . .” she breathes. “Anytime you want it . . . anywhere . . . any way . . . fuck, just call me, I’ll cum . . .”

“Maybe I should walk in here one night and fuck you right into this bed while your sister watches,” I snarl.

“Yes—oh fuck yes . . .” Kennedy moans. “Make her join in . . . let me watch you split her tight little puckered pussy in half . . .”

“Or maybe up against the window—see if anyone’s watching,” I tell her. “They’d love seeing a busty little fox screwed into the glass.”

“So—fucking—hot . . .” Kennedy groans. “Can’t take—much more—so close—gonna—cum—gonna—” Her back arches and she presses her head into the pillow. She screams at the top of her lungs, high and savage as a crashing climax hammers her under. Her cunt roils powerfully around my pounding rod.