I don't think I could have told you my name for the next two minutes. I wasn't "Heather" or "Peaches" or "Bubblegum." I wasn't one point of a wonderful three-way love triangle with Hero and Samantha. I wasn't even my daddy's little girl.

Nope. For nearly two solid minutes, I was just a stupid, screaming, big-titted teen face down on a king-sized bed with a giant dick in her ass t and a serious lack of muscle control. I flailed and heaved helplessly, sank my fingernails into the sheets, bit down into the mattress, and held on for dear life while I came my gloriously-violated little heinie off.

Jesus everloving...