CHAPTER TWO
June's legs trembled, and her mouth was pursed into a little round O. Her breathing came in a series of sighs as Al's hard stanchion advanced slowly inside her ... then dodged out . . . then slid in, plunging deeply. The hard, large knobbed tool pushed her cuntal walls, her very guts, further and further apart as the boy drove in and out.
Al's body now hardly touched her. His legs seemed to ride inches above her. Only their toes curled and mingled. The c**k between Al's legs seemed to serve as the only connection between their bodies: like a giant, gleaming linking bridge of hard, moving flesh. He moved up and down in a series of short lunges, then he gave a long, penetrating one. June shrieked with pleasure, her passion uncontrollable.
For moments he now would ke
