Pound Cocktail
By Nick Armbrister
“Please
don’t hurt me!” stammered the scared girl.
“Who
are you? Why were you spying on me?” asked Jan gruffly, visibly annoyed.
“I
live here, this is my home. I’ve never seen you before and wanted to know who
you are,” replied the girl, starting to cry.
“I
need food and I’m hungry. That’s why I came ashore, I’ll soon be gone. It’s
still rude to spy on me,” explained Jan. The girl sobbed violently.
“Please
don’t hurt me; I’m sorry for spying on you. I’ve never seen a naked man
before.”
“I
won’t hurt you and stop crying, little girls do that. Looking at you, you’re
not a little girl,” he commented bending down and putting his arm around her.
She fell into his arms and cried against his chest, he felt her warm tears. He
was responsible for them.
“Shh,
don’t cry I didn’t mean to be bossy with you. For that I’m sorry. I won’t hurt
you, I promise.”
“I
thought you would do, do you promise not to?” stammered the girl, looking away
from her new companion.
Lina
scratched Jan’s back when she had her final orgasm, her fanny juices cascaded
down his huge member like oil down a piston inside a powerful engine. His cum
shot up her, she actually felt his spunk jet from his cock with an inner glow
that she couldn’t describe. Her eyes remained shut, her mind were fully focused
to each sensation and experience; this was something she’d never forget. She
didn’t care that soon Jan planned to leave her small island and all that mattered
was now but now was over.
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