Flat on her back, feet sticking up*

I gently push Jenna onto the couch and onto her back. She spreads her legs wide; I stand between them. I have to spread mine fairly wide as well to get low enough. “Fuck me, stud,” she moans. “Fuck me hard. Let me feel every hard inch, every ridge, every vein of that big fat cock.”

I rub my cockhead along her soaked little pink slit. “Don’t fucking tease me,” she snarls. “Put it in.”

“Don’t get impatient,” I tell her, but Jenna is in no mood to wait. When she feels me tease her hot, wet hole, she starts telling me in magnificently obscene terms what’s going to happen to me if I don’t fuck her right—fucking—now.

So—I give her what she wants. I slam my dick as deep as I can go into her horny pussy. I groan and almost lose it right there. She’s very wet, but the resistance and friction are incredible. “Fuck you have a tight little cunt,” I gasp.

Jenna doesn’t hear me. When my dick plows open her fucktunnel, stretching her out, she arches her back, cumming hard. Her eyes close and she lets out a strangled shriek.

I thrust slowly at first, but it isn’t long until Jenna is moving her hips and urging me on. She grabs her legs with both hands to support them. “Fuck me, baby,” she moans. “Give it to me—give me more—faster—harder—”

“You’re so tight,” I groan. “Are you sure?”

“Too many long nights coding,” Jenna gasps. “Too much finger—not enough cock—none so big—I’ll be so fucking sore tomorrow, but—I don’t care . . . so fucking good . . . I can feel you plowing me open—spreading me open—stretching my tight pussy . . . feel like it’s finally being used right . . . so fucking full—you’re making me bigger . . . I want more—I want more—I want more . . .”

“Then take it,” I growl. “You wanna get fucked like a dirty slut, you’re gonna get fucked like a dirty slut.”

“Yesssss,” Jenna hisses. “Fuck me like a dirty little slut—fuck me like you can’t control yourself—fuck me like a wild man . . .” I give it to her hard and fast. The couch creaks. Her tits bounce and slide under the pounding. She moans and mewls and urges me on. “Fucking split me apart,” she gasps. “Big cuntpole’s gonna fucking split me apart . . . oh, fuck that’s a good hurt . . . stretching my cunt muscle . . . so good—so good—sooooo fucking good . . .”

I bend forward to grab a boob and rub Jenna’s pearl. “Fuck yeah,” she cries out. “Push my button—squeeze my tit—squeeze my fat titty hard—” She tips her head back. Her eyes close. She moans, long and low.

Suddenly, without warning, Jenna detonates on my cock. Her back pulls taut, thrusting her hips up. She screams at the top of her lungs. I hold myself deep in her pussy, but don’t try moving as her inner walls give my dick a forceful massage.