Abby got even more wet (if such a thing were possible) when Kate gripped her shoulders tightly to pin her more firmly in place for what was surely to come. Steadily she felt Kate's cock pusher deeper into the clenched tunnel. It was the perfect mix or pleasure and pain and Abby could feel herself stretching and the warmth of Kate's body. She squeezed her eyes shut to focus on the sensation of being taken, of Kate's scent and the growl in her voice as she spoke such things into Abby's ear. It was true and they both knew it. They both knew that Abby loved getting her ass fucked by the way she squirmed and the constant stream of noises that she could no longer stifle.<br/><br/>When Kate shifted and started to push more firmly Abby's facade of self-control cracked further. The tip of Kate's cock found a spot that sent jarring pleasure through her. Abby's thoughts scattered, well all the thoughts not pertaining to cock and sex did anyway. All she could think about was how good it felt under Kate, being stretched and filled by that perfect cock. She wanted to plead for mercy, to beg for Kate to just grab her by the hair and take her like she so badly wanted. She did not care anymore about control and she wanted to submit to the cock plundering her ass. Still, when she tried to voice her plea all that came out was unintelligible and incoherent whimpers and babbling.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>