Molly’s Good Fuck
“Ungh, ungh, uuuuungh!” Molly didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so she just kept quiet, looking up into awkward, twisted face of the boy grunting above her. Oh my god, he looks like he’s having a stroke. She sighed. The boy looked down at her, panting, a stupid grin on his face. Well, Molly thought it was stupid. “Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you?” Molly had enough social grace to give a forced smile. Maybe she could convince him to finish her off, anyway. Not as good as cumming from a cock, but better than nothing. “Yeah, that was fantastic, Eddie. You want to . . . .” Her partner pulled out of her and was already off the bed before she could finish the sentence. Screaming now became a viable option, alongside laughing …