Asian Parade

She was totally out of control, quite berserk. Her lithe,
firm young body gyrated and bucked wildly, her hips pumping as if
it were a nice, reasonable cock in her honey hole — and not a fat,
hard, thick fist. She pulled forward till my entire fist was
spreading even the narrowest part of her cunt — and then rammed
herself back and impaled herself to the limit on it. She did it
again and again, all the time screaming and babbling mad, lusty
gibberish. I reached under to caress her clitoris and when my
finger found the rudely stretched little nubbin, June completely
lost it. Her movements resembled nothing so much as grand mal, a
severe seizure. One leg straightened spastically, and she was on
one knee on the bed, her torso flat to the covers and her hips
cocked and her ass in the air. Her well-stuffed cunt was the only
part of her that wasn’t moving; she shook everywhere else.