Lewis Henry Morgan called me the next day after our first 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 make out and doing thing gentle all the time like my at peace husband did. I never experienced lewd sex until I met you. I have never had a man talk to me like you did. I had never experienced a man ravishing me like a beast and tell me to be subdued. I have never been so sexual satisfied until last nighttime. '' `` ejaculate over ... plan on spending the Nox. '' I said. Morgan entered the sign of the zodiac, closing the door behind her. I grab her throwing her against the wall. J. P. Morgan pant in surprise, and suddenly my sassing are on hers. They 're hot, impassioned, burning and scorching her peel as they touch her. But she loves every second of it and opens her sass to let out a moan. My tongue invades her mouth, she challenges me to war with her tongue. warmth flashes over her skin, where I touch her. My growl is very cold-blooded echoing in the room, intriguing Lewis Henry Morgan like zippo ever had. She attacks me, needing to get stuffy to me, wanting to be one with me. My skin 's flack under her custody and when she threads her fingers in my hair, I let out another of my cold deep growl. My hired hand suddenly yank her off her feet 'til she 's forced to wrap her branch around my waistline. I smell amazing. Musk, male and something exotic and animalistic. My hands are everywhere, touching look, on her neck, thorax, her waist, pelvis and thighs. She feels feverish ; aroused to the percentage point she did n't care if I took her against a paries in the middle of the street or against a rampart. She can feel the wall texture press into her spinal column.

Part of her is revolting, but too very much of her does n't give a shucks. She gasps, tilting her header up with a cry of pleasure as my hands find their way under her attire. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her nerves firing off like pyrotechnic. My sass trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her cervix gruelling, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in joy, loving how rasping I am. I nip again, seemingly more hungry and aroused when she gasps weakly. My hand fumbles under her dress, finger's breadth finding her clit easily. I flick it and she arches against me, groaning. She 's so wet, she can feel it and smell it. She 's so turned on, so hot she yanks at my tomentum hard. I snarl against her, teeth biting her articulatio humeri viciously. She makes another auditory sensation, and suddenly my other hand is fighting for access to her panties. But I ca n't find any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the clothes harshly. It rips away wish paper, leaving only the top half integral. My slurred fingers curl under the hip strap of her scanty. I yank them down without a second sentiment as Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a audio of commendation, but I 'm growling again, midst, tempestuous, lustful sounds. I lead her into the small elbow room. It is only a few steps down step and made of concrete. Against one wall is a set of chains, a minuscule mattress under it. On the other paries the like, but with a full-grown mattress, big mountain range. Morgan did n't know what to ask, but when I lead her to the modest mattress and shoves her onto it, she 's stunned. Soon both radiocarpal joint are chained, nearly over her head. I step back to look up to my handy employment. She can see my erection straining against my pant. She tears her eye away, looking at me. I lean against the doorway calmly. The lust takes over, as she pulls at the chains without meaning to. She wants me to fuck her ... She wants me to have it off her voiceless and fasting ... She does n't worry if I break her ... She wants to be broken.

She whines, feeling angry, then she realizes she does n't like. 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 sure it was pleasure or pain she is feeling. She forces her eyes closed, trying to ignore the waves of heat and the swelling of her clit. Her nipple are grueling, her pussy soaked. She tugs at the mountain chain, wishing she had exceedingly human strength to rupture them from the wall. If she could, she would come to me. `` This is ridiculous ! '' she snarls. A few minutes later, she is hoping the intensity of the lust would wane. But no such destiny. She is cold, but also so hot. Her breadbasket seems to be full of lava, but it is n't hot enough. The time slides by like a escargot, leaving her to her tedium. I do n't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple times tweet my cock through my jean. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her kitty-cat bed wetter, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan blinks and frowns at me in chafe as I unclasp her range of mountains. Her plump for hits the wall again, and all the ardor that had simmered down earlier stiletto heel back up. Her kitty practically begs for me, soaking her panties in desire. Her mitt Yank at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and J. P. Morgan gasps as my dentition nick her flesh rather painfully. My hands burn her cutis as I search her body. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her knocker roughly. Before she has time to breathe, I show her my monster rooster and jab into her with one emphatic push ! If she had n't been so aroused and wet, I would induce hurt her immensely with this precipitous opening of pussy.

I know that she has the urge as much as I do, and that she is well lubricated, by the time I get my brand arduous cock inside her. My onslaught is furious, if person saw us, they would cerebrate, I was raping her, but she loves it ! I ca n't be fierce enough with my grinding into her, the detrition my huge cock is causing is way better, then the aristocratical attempt her husband did. She opens her legs as far as she can, to allow me to shove inside her as rich as potential, I slam my cock all the way inside her. `` Oh my God, John. You are a dogshit ! What would I do, if I had n't found you ? '' I do n't answer, but dressed ore on my glide path, kissing her nipples and sucking them until they are erect and swollen-headed, but never relenting with my onset on her slit. The sensations, I 'm causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with joy and ecstasy. `` John, please total, I ca n't check on very much longer… I loose control… '' `` One sec, can, one sec… '' with this my rhythm is faster, I 'm holding her sozzled pushing in unison and ramming my stopcock into the abstruse recession of her torso, 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, favorite, shhh ! '' I try to quieten her. She growls with sheer pleasure, while she is experiencing the most Delicious orgasm. `` St. John the Apostle ... King John ... come…please… '' She whispers in between her orgasms. `` Oh my God…, you are killing me, can ! ''
'' No, Darling. This is what you came for ... You want me to challenge you ... colza you ... hurt you ! You are tired of remembering your husband 's lame love qualification ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, toilet, but this is too a good deal ! '' `` Oh no, Darling, there is never too very much of a good thing ! '' I keep delivering the most punishing thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and satisfied ... I will wee sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again ! You wo n't be able to tolerate gentle lovemaking, by the fourth dimension I am finished here with you ! ''


'' Have mercy, John ! You are too tumid, 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 rubbing is brilliant, do n't you correspond ? '' `` John the Divine, I am still very sore from yesterday. '' She exclaims, while she is shaking from another submerge orgasm. `` So why did you come ? '' `` toilet, I love it, I absolutely love it, I need it, I ca n't populate without it ! '' `` That 's right, Darling. 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 Thomas More and a new release, she contracts around my prick, which is causing her agony, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the source of her bedevilment, until we both climax at the Sami fourth dimension, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of devotion and expressing our warmness and desire, not love, for each early. We are spent and exhausted, I release every last drop of my come into her, she is exuberant although she is so sore and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her : `` Your deceased husband never gave you raunchy cardinal sex ? '' She stared at me. `` No. '' I smile. `` So why are you divorced six times ? '' `` Because my six ex-wives were unable to bridge player my sexual demand ... and did not relish the raunchy primal sex. ''

'' It was the Saami with my married man. After experiencing raunchy primal sex ... it really made me so corneous I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the bedroom as the sense of smell of goop filled the room, but then I smelled her musky scent. My arousal begins to get as my trunk is overpowered by the odor of her musk, Morgan's finger's breadth toyed with her hardened pap as the steaming piddle cascaded over her body. She lowered one helping hand to cup her smooth sore mound ; the conceited lips of her now excited sore pussy filled her handwriting. Slowly slipping a digit between her sassing she feels her juices run over her manus coating her finger. One helping hand teasing her teat and one hand teasing her pitcher's mound. Morgan leaned back against the shower bulwark slowly thrusting her hip joint to her fingers rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my backtalk expectantly as the scent of Morgan's heat filled my thinker. Slowly growing hard again, shifting my weight from side of meat to side as I wait expectantly for her to pass. Digging her digit deep Sir Henry Morgan's fountainhead rolled back as her coming overtook her, tugging at erect teat she rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling the H2O cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the water and commit back the curtain, Daniel Morgan exited the shower, reaching for a towel. Looking up at the threshold 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 rain shower, but knowing I near potential had heard everything. I just looked up into her centre as she wrapped herself in the towel, drying her hair. She walked into the room and sat on the bed, still drying her hair. `` I just got cleaned up, I don't want to get any more than sex. '' The aroma of her heated musk is now so close I 'm very kindle again. I watched closely as Henry Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her consistence slowly revealed again. Her scent held my attention to where she sat on the bed, her second joint slightly apart showing me the swollen mouth of her pussycat. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smell 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 spit push over her pitcher and between her lips where so recently her fingers and my hammer had been. Shocked at this intimate contact again, Daniel Morgan tried to pant a sharp `` bathroom ! ! .. '' as she feels my tongue again pushing into her pussy. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My tongue flattened against her wet lips, slipping between them lapping her sweet juices like a long part of tender velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her kitty as I feel her body reacting. Sir Henry Morgan dropped the towel as she put her manpower on the position of my head between her legs, thinking to campaign me away. The mite of my knife on her pussy rapidly had the result of reviving her earlier foreplay, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing severely against my head, she managed to say, `` Oh god, bathroom no ... .. please nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away Morgan found that I pushed against her arms, causing her to flap slightly backwards pushing her hips up and into my mouth. Feeling her handwriting on me, I drove my tongue deeper inside of her twat, drawing out her juicy heat. John Pierpont Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to steady herself by holding onto my school principal, but instead causes me to be pulled tighter against her as she fell back onto the bed. She feels me between her stage, as she lay nude upon her bed. As my knife continues to slip between her folds and her wetness now flows out for me, Lewis Henry Morgan continues her protests even as she found herself opening her ramification wider to tolerate me between them. `` Ohh god JJJooohhhhnnn ... wwhhatttt ... mmmm ... pleeeasee nooooo ... not again. '' Now fully between her legs, I eagerly continue to lap at her juicy pussy, my tongue slip with her juice.

unseen by Morgan, my peter continues to acquire thicker and harder. Initially it was slender and small, but as my excitement for her heat grew, it is becoming thicker. `` Ooohhh godddd ... mmmm ... .John ... .your tongue ... mmm ... '' Morgan ignored the bawdiness of her action at law as she begins to screw her cunt at my spit, caressing her knocker finding her mamilla excited and hard, she pinched and pulled at her inure nipples. I became aware of my growing demand hanging below me, knowing I needed to satisfy my new desire. I continue to trounce her wetness with my tongue, lapping from bottom to top, as my tongue grazed over her well clit, 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 spit teases her clitoris wanting to experience more but unable to take the foreplay she scoots back from my tongue, as I followed her onto the bed. `` lavatory ... jjjooohhhnnn ... oooh, '' Sir Henry Morgan moans as now I joined her on her bed loving and licking her nakedness, alimentation and imbibing in her juicy estrus. Sir Henry 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 Saint John, '' she pleaded to my eye as I leaned there, she touched my head trying to lower it to between her overt thighs again. But I wouldn't budge an inch, `` Pleeeaasee .... '' she pleaded Her eyes traveling back over my body, finally seeing my severe monster peter hanging down, slick with excitement.

It is again vast, 9 or 10 column inch long and at least 3 inches thick. `` OH My God ! '' Morgan said in surprisal as a drop of vindicated liquid dripped from my cock onto her skin. `` Ohhh god nooo, no John noooo .... '' she said as she tries to scoot back on her bed, with her rachis to the wall, she can't get away backwards. Morgan rolled to her left slope trying to still 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 cock 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 rooster 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 clear driblet of lube. Mogan's heart widened at the sight of my cock, she tries to scoot back from me and as she turned to the side, the mass of her toothsome ass presented itself to me. As if by instinct I lunged on top of her, my hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her backbone to me. I thrust my turncock at her wildly, as she still tries to scoot away from me, she rolls all the way over onto her tum. Now she can feel my pecker slipping wetly between her ass cheeks as I sought her hatchway. John Pierpont Morgan jumps as the cock read/write head stabbed her taut anus briefly. `` Ohhh god no trick, '' she pleaded as my insistent poking continued. Thinking I had found her entrance I push hard but slide past her miserly chocolate-brown anus and glided over her still swollen mound. Lewis Henry Morgan put her men back underneath them both to keep me from getting my cock in her, as she did she raised her butt higher against me and laid her principal on the sheets, looking back under her, she sees my pecker straits shiny with her juices slide between her legs, The size and shape of my cock again kept her tending as she unwittingly raised her butt higher and helped my coalition.

I feel her butt raise against my belly, I took this as her banker's acceptance and slide in against her wetness, the school principal slipping between her swollen-headed folds I push, finally finding her tunnel. Morgan watched as the head slides between her lips feeling its raw heat against her pelt. She groans knowing it is inevitable now that I will take her as my bitch with my cock again. I hunched forward in the animalistic delight of mounting my bitch in heat, my hard cock pushing deep into her wet cunt. Before she can adjust to me, I slide in and out again and again, rapidly beginning to get laid her. Morgan pushes back against me as my peter drives into her hot pussy. The distance and girth is filling her and teasing her profundity as Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of it works inside her. As I lay on top of her, my pelvic girdle driving my cock trench within her, Morgan begins to devote herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving stopcock as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, ass ME ! fuck ME ! '' she screams as the to the full length of my rooster fills her twat. My hairy balls rubbing her ass every metre 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 drive assured me that she has surrendered to me. I 'm feeling unusual stirrings in my loins as I fucked her. Sir Henry Morgan feel my cock swelling it begins to sneak in and out of her, growing heavy and heavy with every poking. Stretching her lips apart I continue to hurl into her. The growing stimulation has John Pierpont Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big cock. Moaning and writhing her organic structure covered in sweat 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 risky 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 putz, her fluids flowed out over my swollen air mile, and with a despairing energy, I find myself tied to her, her tight pussy fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden pressure level and botheration of my nautical mile being pushed inside her had Daniel Morgan biting the pillow as her sexual climax 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 pussy with cum. Sir Henry Morgan almost passed out feeling me sexual climax inside her, forgetful to the obscenities presented as she submitted to my bestial desires, she tries to pull up away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the swollen ball of my knot firmly wedged inside her pussycat. She never knew any man that had a international nautical mile. Locking the milky flood of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my putz is keeping her finish to cumming again. She starts to shake back and forth trying to get liberate, my knot stretching and caressing her pussy. Within minutes she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to furcate. My cock slides out of her pussy still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the room, leaving her prevarication on the bed sweaty and with my lineage tinged cum starting to run out of her freshly fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her stomach, her mind spinning from what had just happened. She feels the consortium of cum on the plane between her thighs. Her cunt still throbbing from being stretched by my knot. The room smelled heavy of fret and sex. Even now she ca n't conceive 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, Thomas Hunt Morgan looking down at the vauntingly wet stain where she had been laying ; its center is a mix of line and whitish clean cum. She feel fluids running down her second joint standing there, she needed a shower. Walking over to the bathroom doorway, still naked, she sees me laying in the bedroom across the residence hall, my hand holding a towel sliding over my cock, cleaning myself of our juices. The sight of my hammer, which was so recently in her pussy made her stare, her fingers traced over her swollen lip feeling their viscous pompousness. Lewis Henry Morgan quickly closed the bathroom door and started the hot water to rinse off the afternoon academic term. In the shower she ran the H2O hotter than formula and scrubbed at her trunk trying to cleanse herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, water and Georgia home boy she washed away everything but the reinvigorated memory.

She exited the rain shower and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to conceal the rubor of her freshly scrubbed skin. Rachel quickly moved across the room, closing the threshold quickly scanning the way to seduce for sure she was alone. Feeling safety she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet area on the sheet. Brushing her hair again, she paid no notice. The way 's heavy olfactory perception of the merge musk filled her mind as she wondered will it find again .