The girl felt an ache, an awful feeling of suction around her girlish womb as she pulled herself off Johnny's c**k, and she cried: "OH! OH, NO!" as she came off it.
But Johnny fell on the bed and rolled on his back, and she was comforted, seeing the fat, hard-throbbing peter stand up.
"It's all bloody!" she cried, but he patted her on her smooth rump and said: "Don't worry, baby. That's from you. I'm not hurt."
The well built child drew in a deep breath. "My stupid maidenhead," she whispered. "Oh, Johnny, I'm so glad I didn't hurt your wonderful peter!"
She worked around the prostrate man, her breasts hanging longer and heavier than before, trying to straddle her cousin, face toward his, but he said: "You want to watch, don't you, baby? Turn around, so you're facing my feet. And get up
