#21374 - Rhett gave a growl of satisfaction as he felt her hot, honeyed juices splashing around his plunging pecker, and he redoubled his efforts, screwing her as hard as he could, oscillating his hips and churning her sweet chasm to buttery mush. Brutus, could you drive the long way, around Mulligan's Lake? I'm in no hurry, and I'd love to take a scenic drive before we get into town! Why, surely, Miss Melanie, whatever you says, Brutus said amiably, and turned the car around, heading for Mulligan's Lake. Her heart beat rapidly as a surge of lust swept through her wanton loins.