Anorexic 18 Year Old Gets Fucked

She was a very skinny woman of only 18 years old. I think she was anorexic, but he like them like that.

“It’s a good thing I came back tonight,” he said, tossing his shirt aside. “I was following Tom, but I lost him somewhere on a dirt road.” He unzipped his pants. His huge dick sprang out, already hard and oozing drops of shiny jism.

“So I thought I’d spend a little time with my woman,” he said, bouncing the thick cudgel on his palm.
“I’m not your woman,” she flashed. Belle was beginning to regain her courage. He had the hots for her, she knew it, and that somehow evened things out.
“Damn right you’re not,” he agreed. “But maybe you will be… when I’m finished with you.”
He was breathing hard as he kneed up on the bed. He grabbed her behind the knees and pushed her legs up and back until she was doubled over in a U shape. He chuckled as he saw the horny condition of her twat, wet and swollen and ready. He dipped his fingers in her cream, and smeared it around the inside of her thighs.
His enormous cock pointed right at the dark wet hole, and he hunched forward. “Ahhhhhh,” he sighed, as the thick meat glided into her warm nest. “Ahhhhhh, what a hot box you’ve got!”
He plowed in and out a few times. Her hips drove her back onto his plunging dick, and she shivered with ecstasy—and something more. She
was so relieved, she was almost in tears. He wasn’t going to hurt her any more, she was sure of it. She stretched open joyfully to receive him, moaning and pushing back. Her cuntal muscles grasped his driving cock, trying to get him deeper and deeper into her hot sex channel.
And then he stopped. He was no longer fucking her skinny bony body.

She was suddenly empty, while his cock dripped inches from her pussy. Her cunt lips gaped and sucked, her body was in flames, her need so strong she thought she’d scream. Her whole being was concentrated in that empty needy vagina.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begged. “Put it back in, don’t tease me!” Tears pricked her eyes and she writhed, unable to do anything to help herself. Her hands were prisoned behind her, and suddenly uncomfortable—she hadn’t noticed before. Her body was still doubled over and held that way by his strong hands. But none of that mattered at all, compared to the aching hunger of her cunt.
“Darling, pleasssaaassse! Fuck me! FUCCCKKKMEEEEEE!” she howled.
“Sure I will,” he said sardonically. He had her where he wanted her, the dumb cunt! He considered; should he give it to her fast or slow?