<br/><strong>Cassie and Jonesy sittin’ in the tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G</strong><br/><br/>Jonesy was starting to enjoy him before she rose her hips “Oh Suzy Q…baby doll…You’re gonna have to learn to be patient…” he said, before he grabbed her neck and plowed the rest of his cock in her. He pushed until he got it all in, then drew it out to the head to drive it all back in. The neck grab was careful, meant to reign in more than choke. He was going to give her what she wanted, after all. No sense in her trying to leave until then, now was there? Every thrust in her was calculating…every slap of their bodies together meant to describe the depravity of their act, without him saying a word.<br/><br/>She was going to be his slut, no doubt about it, but the question still remained in regards to just what kind of slut. He leaned down and settled on short quick strokes. He wanted to talk to her for a bit. “Such a naughty little slut…letting me fuck you while you have that crucifix on…tell god what a whore you are. Ask him to forgive you letting me ravage your tight little pussy.” he smiled and stared at her as he picked up the tempo for a bit. He saw her firm young breasts bounce with each administered stroke, and it only made him want her more. He wanted her mind bent to the point where the only reason she got on her knees was to slurp his cock.<br/><br/>