"Oh, baby, no, now, NOW!" Brad suddenly shouted, holding her more tightly.
"Yessss!" Camey screeched back. She felt hot streaks of her juice dribbling down her thighs. She was soaked with her own fuck oil. She wanted to fuck every way there was to fuck now. And when the killing spasms washed over her cunt, making her muscles clamp down hard on the athlete's spurting cock, Camey hoped their fucking spree would go on for hours.
Minutes later they were side by side, his fingers stroking her throat gently while he made small, fucking motions with his thighs against her hips.
"What did you tell Karen?" Camey finally dared to ask.
"I told her everything you told me plus a few goodies I figured out on my own. I don't think we'll be seeing much of her," Brad said, smiling down at her. "Just keep out of her way for a while. I know Karen now," Brad said, smiling grimly. "She'll find another fish soon enough."
"But those pictures…"
"Hey, don't worry. I'll tear 'em up… after I get through usin' 'em for my own enjoyment," Brad said.
Camey felt another rush of joy flash through her. Yes, let him keep them, jack off over them. She didn't care.
As she kissed Brad's hungry mouth, thrusting her hips against his hand, she didn't care about Karen and what had happened… the girl had suffered, but had learned a great deal about herself. Maybe she and Brad would try out some of those kinky things forced on her earlier. As Camey sucked the weightlifter's tongue into her mouth she thought only of fucking and the joys waiting for her. Let the world frown. The world didn't have to know what had happened to her, or what was about to happen.
"Fuck, fuck," she whispered in Brad's ear as he rolled on top of her and pushed her tender young thighs apart with his knees. She could go on like this forever. And with a little luck, Camey swore she would.