Deeper and deeper

I sink. Our faces are so closed that I can only see my own eyes mirrored in the sunglasses. "I must be honest with you, Karoline...", he says, "At first I thought that you were a super feminist or something. And maybe you are. But then I realized that you didn't want me to just kick your ass, but also fuck it later...". The guy was extremely blunt and disrespectful....but what can I do? How can I possibly deny what he says while I'm just rubbing up against his body like the worst teenager would? A nasty male hand goes under the top and fundles my breast, increasing my arousal even further. "Tell me what you want...", he orders. "I want you...", I can only mumble, while he toughens the grip on my nipple. The guy brings my legs up in the air and roughly takes my swim brief away. I close my eyes, feeling a rocky hard object coming inside me to quench the thirst of my wet bottom. The dry object slides into the deep of my soul, and I cannot avoid to moan in pleasure like the worst whore. "You are fucking the boyfriend of your daughter.....what a shame Mrs.Jenkins", he says, speeding up his pace. My heart is broken. I cannot escape from that lushful embrace and though he's right and I know to be a shame of a woman. At the same time, I'm simply flooded by that young energy and my feelings are beyond any regret. He is using my body for his own pleasure and I know that my hanging legs - folded in a position that I had never tried before - are the reminder of my subjugation. I had never been so vulnerable, neither physically nor psycologically. The emotions running trough my body and mind are too many and I start sobbing for the blending of pleasure and humiliation. When he changes hole, I only whisper "Yes...yes...", completely unable to restrain myself. The brushing in my ass hurts, but makes me feel well. The wave of lustful thrusts dwindles only when he comes.