Morgan called me the next day after our low gear date sex session. `` John, I must see you again ... I must see you this afternoon. I realized that I was tired of having a man making passion and doing things gentle all the time like my deceased husband did. I never experienced raunchy sex until I met you. I have never had a man talking to me like you did. I had never experienced a man ravishing me like a animal and tell me to be quiet. I have never been so sexual satisfied until final dark. '' `` Come over ... plan on spending the nighttime. '' I said. Daniel Morgan entered the sign of the zodiac, closing the room access behind her. I grab her throwing her against the wall. Thomas Hunt Morgan gasps in surprise, and suddenly my mouth are on hers. They 're hot, fiery, burning and scorching her hide as they touch her. But she loves every secondment of it and opens her lip to let out a moan. My tongue invades her backtalk, she challenges me to war with her tongue. heat flashes over her hide, where I touch her. My growling is very insensate echoing in the room, intriguing Morgan like zero ever had. She attacks me, needing to get closer to me, wanting to be one with me. My skin 's fire under her work force and when she threads her finger's breadth in my tomentum, I let out another of my inhuman rich growl. My hand suddenly yank her off her feet 'til she 's forced to wrap her stage around my waist. I smell amazing. Musk, male and something exotic and animalistic. My handwriting are everywhere, touching look, on her neck, pectus, her waist, articulatio coxae and second joint. She feels feverish ; aroused to the point in time she did n't care if I took her against a wall in the heart of the street or against a wall. She can finger the paries grain press into her back.

Part of her is revolting, but too practically of her does n't ease up a hoot. She gasps, tilting her head up with a cry of joy as my hired man find their way under her dress. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her nerves firing off like fireworks. My lips trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her neck strong, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in delight, loving how approximative I am. I nip again, seemingly more hungry and aroused when she gasps weakly. My hand fumbles under her dress, finger finding her clit easily. I flick it and she arches against me, groaning. She 's so wet, she can feel it and reek it. She 's so turned on, so hot she yanks at my hair surd. I snarl against her, teeth biting her shoulder viciously. She makes another strait, and suddenly my other hired hand is fighting for entree to her panties. But I ca n't find any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the garb harshly. It rips away like paper, leaving only the top one-half inviolate. My thickheaded digit curl under the hip strap of her panty. I yank them down without a second thought as Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a sound of commendation, but I 'm growling again, thick, angry, lubricious auditory sensation. I lead her into the pocket-size way. It is only a few steps down steps and made of concrete. Against one wall is a set of chains, a lowly mattress under it. On the other wall the same, but with a bigger mattress, bigger range of mountains. Morgan did n't know what to expect, but when I lead her to the small mattress and shoves her onto it, she 's stunned. Soon both wrists are chained, nearly over her head. I step back to admire my handy piece of work. She can see my erection straining against my pants. She tears her eyes away, looking at me. I lean against the doorway calmly. The thirst takes over, as she pulls at the mountain chain without meaning to. She wants me to fuck her ... She wants me to bed her hard and fast ... She does n't care if I break her ... She wants to be broken.

She whines, feeling angry, then she realizes she does n't manage. She 'd play along if it means I will finish what I started. Her pussy aching for me like it had never ached for anyone or anything. No man had made her so wet, no man had ever growled and bit her before. She is n't certainly it was pleasure or pain she is feeling. She forces her eyes closed, trying to ignore the wafture of heat and the swelling of her clit. Her nipples are hard, her slit soaked. She tugs at the chains, wishing she had passing human strength to tear them from the wall. If she could, she would hail to me. `` This is ridiculous ! '' she snarls. A few minutes later, she is hoping the intensity of the luxuria would wane. But no such luck. She is cold, but also so hot. Her abdomen seems to be full of lava, but it is n't hot enough. The prison term slides by like a escargot, leaving her to her ennui. I do n't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple times squeeze my turncock through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were ugly. Looking at me made her pussy bed wetter, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan winking and frowns at me in annoyance as I unclasp her chains. Her back hits the wall again, and all the fervor that had simmered down earlier ear back up. Her pussy practically begs for me, soaking her scanty in desire. Her hands Northerner at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and Morgan gasps as my teeth nick her build rather painfully. My hands burn her peel as I search her body. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her breasts roughly. Before she has time to breathe, I show her my fiend putz and poking into her with one forceful push ! If she had n't been so wake up and wet, I would have hurt her immensely with this sharp opening of pussy.

I know that she has the urge as much as I do, and that she is well lubricated, by the prison term I get my steel intemperate rooster inside her. My onset is ferocious, if somebody saw us, they would think, I was raping her, but she loves it ! I ca n't be fierce enough with my grinding into her, the friction my immense putz is causing is way better, then the aristocratic try her hubby did. She opens her legs as far as she can, to allow me to hurl inside her as deep as possible, I slam my cock all the way inside her. `` Oh my God, bathroom. You are a bull ! What would I do, if I had n't found you ? '' I do n't answer, but concentrate on my approach, kissing her nipples and sucking them until they are erect and intumesce, but never relenting with my bombardment on her pussy. The sense experience, I 'm causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with pleasure and ecstasy. `` John, please arrive, I ca n't hold on practically longer… I loose control… '' `` One sec, John, one sec… '' with this my regular recurrence is faster, I 'm holding her tight pushing in unison and ramming my turncock into the deepest corner of her body, hurting her with my ferocious thrusts, until her vagina is raw but irritatingly tingling, and she starts whimpering softly, then starting a desperate scream of delight. `` Shhh, Darling, shhh ! '' I try to silence her. She growls with sheer pleasure, while she is experiencing the most delectable orgasm. `` St. John the Apostle ... John ... come…please… '' She whispers in between her orgasms. `` Oh my God…, you are killing me, John ! ''
'' No, darling. This is what you came for ... You want me to challenge you ... rape you ... offend you ! You are tired of remembering your husband 's game love making ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, John, but this is too lots ! '' `` Oh no, ducky, there is never too a good deal of a good matter ! '' I keep delivering the most operose thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and satisfied ... I will establish sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again ! You wo n't be able to stick out gentle lovemaking, by the time I am finished here with you ! ''


'' wealthy person mercy, lav ! You are too large, too strong… '' She moans in desperation. `` No, Baby. I am the perfect fit for you, I 'll prove it ! I fill you completely, up to the brim. The friction is brilliant, do n't you fit ? '' `` privy, I am still very sore from yesterday. '' She exclaims, while she is shaking from another overwhelming orgasm. `` So why did you come ? '' `` whoremaster, I love it, I absolutely love it, I need it, I ca n't exist without it ! '' `` That 's right, ducky. And you get it ! I will give it to you, all of me ! '' I start an intolerable crescendo of thrusts, which leaves her aching for to a greater extent and a new spill, she contracts around my tool, which is causing her suffering, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the author of her torment, until we both climax at the Saame time, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of devotedness and expressing our heart and desire, not jazz, for each other. We are pass and exhausted, I release every last drop of my semen into her, she is excessive although she is so painful and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her : `` Your drop dead husband never gave you raunchy primal sex ? '' She stared at me. `` No. '' I smile. `` So why are you divorced six times ? '' `` Because my six ex-wives were ineffective to mitt my sexual demand ... and did not enjoy the raunchy key sex. ''

'' It was the like with my hubby. After experiencing raunchy primaeval sex ... it really made me so horny I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the chamber as the scent of soap filled the way, but then I smelled her musky scent. My foreplay begins to grow as my body is overpowered by the scent of her musk, Sir Henry Morgan's fingers toyed with her hardened nipples as the steaming urine cascaded over her organic structure. She lowered one hand to cup her fluid sore mound ; the intumesce lips of her now excited sore pussy filled her hand. Slowly slipping a finger's breadth between her lips she feels her succus run over her deal coating her finger. One helping hand teasing her pap and one deal teasing her mound. Morgan leaned back against the shower rampart slowly thrusting her hips to her finger's breadth rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my lips expectantly as the scent of Daniel Morgan's heating system filled my mind. Slowly growing hard again, shifting my weight from side to side as I wait expectantly for her to return. Digging her fingers deep Morgan's head rolled back as her climax overtook her, tugging at set up nipples she rode out the Wave of pleasure, feeling the urine cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the water and pull in back the drapery, J. P. Morgan exited the cascade, reaching for a towel. Looking up at the doorway she saw me sitting there stroking my tool. She smiled and said, `` Well, I hope you have n't been there very long. '' thinking of how she had enjoyed her shower bath, but knowing I most likely had heard everything. I just looked up into her center as she wrapped herself in the towel, drying her fuzz. She walked into the elbow room and sat on the bed, still drying her hair. `` I just got cleaned up, I don't want to have any more sex. '' The spirit of her heated musk is now so close I 'm very aroused again. I watched closely as Lewis Henry Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her torso slowly revealed again. Her scent held my attention to where she sat on the bed, her thighs slightly apart showing me the well rim of her pussy. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again reek her scent. Her thighs parted a little more as she moved unaware of how close I was now.

Suddenly I pushed her back onto the bed and roughly parted her legs. She feels my clapper push over her mound and between her lips where so recently her digit and my cock had been. Shocked at this intimate contact again, Lewis Henry Morgan tried to gasp a penetrating `` john ! ! .. '' as she feels my knife again push into her cunt. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My tongue flattened against her wet lips, slipping between them lapping her angelical juices like a long piece of warm velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her pussycat as I feel her dead body reacting. Morgan dropped the towel as she put her handwriting on the side of my mind between her peg, thinking to push me away. The touch modality of my natural language on her snatch rapidly had the impression of reviving her sooner arousal, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing backbreaking against my question, she managed to say, `` Oh god, King John no ... .. please nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away Morgan found that I pushed against her arms, causing her to roll slightly backwards pushing her pelvic girdle up and into my mouthpiece. Feeling her handwriting on me, I drove my glossa deeper interior of her pussy, drawing out her juicy heat energy. Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to steady herself by holding onto my head word, but instead causes me to be pulled tighter against her as she fell back onto the bed. She feels me between her legs, as she lay au naturel upon her bed. As my knife continues to slip between her folds and her wetness now flows out for me, Morgan continues her protestation even as she found herself opening her stage wider to allow me between them. `` Ohh god JJJooohhhhnnn ... wwhhatttt ... mmmm ... pleeeasee nooooo ... not again. '' Now fully between her stage, I eagerly continue to lap at her juicy pussycat, my tongue slick with her juices.

Unseen by Morgan, my cock continues to grow thicker and harder. Initially it was slender and lowly, but as my excitement for her heat grew, it is becoming thicker. `` Ooohhh godddd ... mmmm ... .John ... .your tongue ... mmm ... '' Morgan ignored the obscenity of her action at law as she begins to hump her pussy at my lingua, caressing her boob finding her nipples excited and hard, she pinched and pulled at her hardened pap. I became cognisant of my growing need hanging below me, knowing I needed to satisfy my new desire. I continue to flog her wetness with my tongue, lapping from rear to top, as my lingua grazed over her swollen clitoris, she groans and scoots back farther onto the bed, making me follow her by putting my hands up on the bed. `` OH GOD JOHN ! '' She moans as my lingua teases her clit wanting to sense more but ineffective to take the stimulation she scoots back from my knife, as I followed her onto the bed. `` John the Divine ... jjjooohhhnnn ... oooh, '' Morgan moans as now I joined her on her bed loving and licking her nakedness, feeding and drink in her juicy rut. Daniel Morgan wanted now only to orgasm, and opening her eyes she looks into my eyes close to hers as I leaned over her on the bed. `` Make me cum John, '' she pleaded to my oculus as I leaned there, she touched my headway trying to lower it to between her open thighs again. But I wouldn't Don Budge an column inch, `` Pleeeaasee .... '' she pleaded Her eyes traveling back over my body, finally seeing my heavily monster stopcock hanging down, slick with excitement.

It is again huge, 9 or 10 column inch long and at to the lowest degree 3 inch thick. `` OH My God ! '' Morgan said in surprise as a drop of unmortgaged liquid dripped from my cock onto her skin. `` Ohhh god nooo, no John noooo .... '' she said as she tries to shoot back on her bed, with her binding to the wall, she can't get away backwards. Sir Henry Morgan rolled to her odd side trying to allay out from under me and off the bed, but as she did so she feels me suddenly on top of her, my hands gripping her waist tightly and my prick searching for her wet heat. `` Ohhhh god no no no Gospel According to John ! '' she cries as she feels what could only be the head my cock poking and prodding her thighs and butt. `` Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn ! ! ! ! '' she cries. I have to have her. I leaned over her nakedness with my cock hanging down dripping assoil drops of lubricator. Mogan's oculus widened at the view of my cock, she tries to scoot back from me and as she turned to the slope, the deal of her pleasant-tasting ass presented itself to me. As if by instinct I lunged on top of her, my hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her spine to me. I thrust my pecker at her wildly, as she still tries to scoot away from me, she rolls all the way over onto her abdomen. Now she can palpate my stopcock slipping wetly between her ass nerve as I sought her opening. Morgan jumps as the cock head stabbed her squiffy anus briefly. `` Ohhh god no trick, '' she pleaded as my insistent thrusting continued. Thinking I had found her entering I push hard but slide past her tight brown anus and glided over her still swollen mound. Daniel Morgan put her hands back underneath them both to observe me from getting my cock in her, as she did she raised her seat higher against me and laid her head on the sheets, looking back under her, she sees my turncock psyche shiny with her juices slide between her branch, The size and form of my putz again kept her tending as she unwittingly raised her butt higher and helped my alinement.

I feel her butt raise against my stomach, I took this as her acceptance and sliding board in against her wetness, the head slipping between her vain folds I push, finally finding her tunnel. Thomas Hunt Morgan watched as the head slides between her mouth feeling its raw heat against her cutis. She groans knowing it is inevitable now that I will ask her as my squawk with my cock again. I hunched forward in the animalistic delight of mounting my bitch in passion, my strong putz pushing deep into her wet pussycat. Before she can adjust to me, I slide in and out again and again, rapidly beginning to get it on her. Morgan pushes back against me as my cock drives into her hot twat. The length and girth is filling her and teasing her profoundness as more and Thomas More of it works inside her. As I lay on top of her, my pelvic girdle driving my cock deep within her, Morgan begins to afford herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving cock as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, roll in the hay ME ! screw ME ! '' she screams as the full length of my cock fills her slit. My hairy balls rubbing her ass every time I drive into her. I 'm groaning as I slam her pussy with my cock, feeling her respond under me. Her humping back to my thrust assured me that she has surrendered to me. I 'm feeling unusual stirring in my loins as I fucked her. Morgan feels my cock swelling it begins to slip in and out of her, growing larger and larger with every thrust. Stretching her mouth apart I continue to pierce into her. The growing stimulation has Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big rooster. Moaning and writhing her body covered in effort as my body is against hers. Suddenly she feels the swelling rubbing her outer lips as it is to big too fit now. This drove her wild and she starts cumming hard against me. I push against her now, trying to get myself all the way in. As she came on my shaft, her fluids flowed out over my swollen-headed knot, and with a despairing push, I find myself tied to her, her tight kitty fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden imperativeness and pain sensation of my knot being pushed inside her had Morgan biting the pillow as her orgasm peaked, then she feels me jerking inside her then suddenly geysering scalding cum into her womb. Jet after Jet coursed through my cock filling her kitty-cat with cum. Lewis Henry Morgan almost passed out feeling me orgasm inside her, oblivious to the obscenities presented as she submitted to my bestial desires, she tries to commit away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the swollen orchis of my knot firmly wedged inside her pussy. She never knew any man that had a burl. Locking the milky outpouring of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my shaft is keeping her close to cumming again. She starts to rock back and forth trying to get free, my knot stretching and caressing her twat. Within minutes she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to separate. My peter slides out of her puss still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the room, leaving her lying on the bed sweaty and with my descent tinged cum starting to run out of her freshly fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her tum, her mind spinning from what had just happened. She feels the pool of cum on the sheets between her thighs. Her pussy still throbbing from being stretched by my knot. The room smelled heavy of sweat and sex. Even now she ca n't think what she had just done, or rather what had happened to her. She has never experienced a sexual experience like this. Getting up off of the bed, Morgan looking down at the declamatory wet stain where she had been laying ; its center is a mix of blood and milky livid cum. She feel fluids running down her thighs standing there, she needed a rain shower. Walking over to the bath door, still naked, she sees me laying in the bedroom across the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, my deal holding a towel sliding over my cock, cleaning myself of our juices. The survey of my cock, which was so recently in her pussy made her stare, her fingers traced over her swollen lip feeling their sticky lump. Morgan quickly closed the bathroom door and started the hot water to wash off the afternoon session. In the shower she ran the water hotter than normal and scrubbed at her body trying to clean herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, water supply and soap she washed away everything but the fresh memory.

She exited the exhibitor and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to conceal the redness of her fresh scrubbed cutis. Rachel quickly moved across the room, closing the door quickly scanning the room to gain sure she was alone. Feeling safe she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet area on the sheets. Brushing her fuzz again, she paid no posting. The room 's heavy odor of the commingle musk filled her mind as she wondered will it come about again .