<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">For once he knew when it was enough. She was ready to explode and he would allow her. He curled his pinkie and probed the wall for the sensitive spot. She was close, it would take a lot. His finger stopped flicking her clit and instead started to rub it softly. She kept whimpering, but it was obvious that it was more a reflex than actual pain. Even if she was filled to the max.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You're allowed to cum my little slut. I know that you want to show me how hard you can cum. Let me hear it..."</span><br/><br/>And then his probing pinkie seemed to find the spot he was looking for inside her. Her teary eyes opened wide, her hand that had tangled her hair shot down to pull away his softly rubbing hand on her clit, but she never made it. It dropped to the sheet, when her body arched as of its own and her mouth opened for a cry of agony.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Yeah, baby, show me..."</span><br/><br/>But his words were drowned out in a cry holding nothing human in it.</div>