First time with Carmine II

Carmine takes her sweet time adjusting to your new size, “I impress myself sometimes.” Carmine would have been too heavy for you to carry a few weeks ago, but now she’s as light as a feather. Her sharp nails explore your enhanced musculature with the eye of an expert sculptor. Of course, even during sex she can’t help but compliment herself.

You pull down on her hips and push yourself slightly deeper. She gasps and clenches your shoulders as her body shudders from the intensity of the sensation. Her wetness leaks down onto your shaft and balls, did she make herself a squirter too?

You can’t help it. You hold Carmine’s back and flip positions so that you’re now on top. Missionary over the plane seats isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but Carmine is so cock drunk that she doesn’t care. The thin layer of fat that covers her body jiggles as you begin to work your hips, your tree trunk cock splitting her open in a way that she’s never felt before. She wails and moans in ecstasy, and she hasn’t even cum yet.

Leah bites her lip and begins to play with her own pussy. Fingers dipping into the light insides of her dark lower lips. “Fuck, you’re crazy Carmine. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Carmine doesn’t dignify her concern with a response. Your pace quickens. She’s tight and wet and all yours. You play with ever part of her, her breasts, her ass, her wonderful thighs. This is a savage mating, you feel like you owe her something, you need to cum inside her unprotected womb. That’s what she gave you this power for, isn’t it?

A thin layer of sweat starts to build on your body as the air in the cabin grows musty with the smell of sex. You’re beginning to reach your second climax, and there’s only one place Carmine wants it. You feel the soles of her feet wrap around your back and pull you deeper. “Ah, I’m cumming baby!” Even if she wasn’t holding you in…

You shudder as your balls clench again. You feel like you cum an entire gallon into Carmine’s pussy. Carmine screams again as a violent orgasm rocks her body. The thought of thousands of your swimmers gang-banging this genius supermodel’s womb is nearly enough to set you off all over again. You dip down and kiss her plump lips, your tongues duel for space as she milks out the last of your ejaculation.

You pull out and nearly wince at the sight. Her once pristine vagina has been thoroughly broken in. It gapes, giving you a clear view of her internal canal. A stream of your cum runs from her ruined pussy down to her winking brown hole. You are rock hard and there is no indication of it going down any time soon with these two women around.

Leah admires the damage and whistles, “Damn. Tight as the day you were born huh? You’re a certified size-queen.”

Carmine sucks in a deep breath, “If you’re going to use your mouth, clean off your master’s cock instead of running it.” Leah’s brain halts as she processes the undeniable command. She leans down and slips your hard member back into her mouth, even though it’s covered with a slick combination of Carmine’s juices and your own second-hand ejaculate.

“Carmine, I need to cum a lot more than that.”

She waves an arm in the air, she’s making no effort to move off the cum stained seat, “…Use Leah. I need to catch my breath.”

She’s the boss.