Grunting, I felt the tingling spread up into my stomach. Oh my f*****g god! Knowing my daughter had gotten on birth control just for this clandestine meeting was a new aphrodisiac. But they couldn't work that fast. It had only been a few days. "It works that fast?" I heard myself ask, dumbly.
"This pill does, yeah," she answered back, still panting and moaning. Her nails started digging into my back again. Knowing I could c*m in her was driving me crazy. I sped up, until I heard my thighs slapping against hers every time I thrust forward. She whispered between breaths, "I told my doctor I needed a rapid pill... because it was an emergency."
What was she talking about? I kept thrusting. In and out my c**k disappeared, stretching her nineteen-year-old p***y over and over again. My god that
