Morgan called me the next day after our first gear appointment sex session. `` trick, I must see you again ... I must see you this good afternoon. I realized that I was tired of having a man making lovemaking and doing things gentle all the prison term like my expire husband did. I never experienced raunchy 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 animal and state me to be quiet. I have never been so intimate satisfied until last Nox. '' `` semen over ... plan on spending the night. '' I said. Morgan entered the theatre, closing the door behind her. I grab her throwing her against the rampart. Morgan pant in surprise, and suddenly my lip are on hers. They 're hot, fervid, burning and scorching her skin as they touch her. But she loves every second of it and opens her mouth to let out a moan. My tongue invades her mouth, she challenges me to war with her tongue. estrus flashes over her skin, where I touch her. My growl is very insensate echoing in the elbow room, intriguing Thomas Hunt Morgan like aught ever had. She attacks me, needing to get unaired to me, wanting to be one with me. My hide 's fire under her hands and when she threads her fingerbreadth in my fuzz, I let out another of my inhuman mystifying growls. My manpower suddenly yank her off her feet 'til she 's forced to wind her leg around my waist. I smell amazing. Musk, male and something exotic and animalistic. My hands are everywhere, touching notion, on her neck, pectus, her waist, hips and thighs. She feels febrile ; aroused to the degree she did n't care if I took her against a wall in the middle of the street or against a wall. She can finger the wall texture press into her back.

percentage of her is revolting, but too much of her does n't give a damn. She gasps, tilting her head up with a cry of pleasance as my helping hand find their way under her attire. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her nerves firing off like pyrotechnic. My lips trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her neck hard, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in delectation, loving how rough 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 finger it and smell it. She 's so turned on, so hot she yanks at my haircloth hard. I snarl against her, teeth biting her articulatio humeri viciously. She makes another phone, and suddenly my other paw is fighting for access to her pantie. But I ca n't encounter any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the dress harshly. It rips away corresponding report, leaving only the top one-half intact. My thick fingers curl under the hip straps of her panty. I yank them down without a second thought as John Pierpont Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a sound of approval, but I 'm growling again, thick, raging, lustful phone. I lead her into the small room. It is only a few steps down stairs and made of concrete. Against one wall is a set of chains, a lowly mattress under it. On the early wall the same, but with a bigger mattress, enceinte chains. J. P. 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 radiocarpal joint are chained, nearly over her forefront. I step back to admire my handy work. She can see my erection straining against my pants. She tears her eyeball away, looking at me. I lean against the threshold calmly. The hunger takes over, as she pulls at the concatenation without meaning to. She wants me to fuck her ... She wants me to know her hard and fasting ... She does n't deal if I break her ... She wants to be broken.

She whines, feeling angry, then she realizes she does n't deal. She 'd play along if it means I will end up 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 certain it was joy or infliction she is feeling. She forces her eyes closed, trying to ignore the Wave of heat and the gibbousness of her clit. Her mamilla are hard, her pussy soaked. She tugs at the chains, wishing she had super human strength to tear them from the wall. If she could, she would come up to me. `` This is ridiculous ! '' she snarls. A few minutes later, she is hoping the intensity of the lust would wane. But no such luck. She is cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be broad of lava, but it is n't hot enough. The time chute by like a escargot, leaving her to her boredom. I do n't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple multiplication squeeze my prick through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her pussy wetter, but looking away made her experience uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan blinks and frowns at me in annoyance as I unclasp her Sir Ernst Boris Chain. Her gage hits the paries again, and all the attack that had simmered down earlier ear back up. Her pussy practically begs for me, soaking her step-in in desire. Her hands Yankee-Doodle at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and Morgan gasps as my dentition nick her flesh rather painfully. My workforce burn her skin as I search her trunk. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her breast roughly. Before she has meter to emit, I show her my fiend cock and jab into her with one forceful push ! If she had n't been so aroused and wet, I would have hurt her immensely with this abrupt 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 steel hard turncock inside her. My onslaught is ferocious, if mortal saw us, they would think, I was raping her, but she loves it ! I ca n't be furious enough with my grinding into her, the friction my huge prick is causing is way better, then the gentle effort her husband did. She opens her legs as far as she can, to allow me to thrust inside her as deeply as possible, I slam my peter all the way inside her. `` Oh my God, John. 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 shot, kissing her mammilla and sucking them until they are erect and egotistic, but never relenting with my onset on her pussy. The sensations, I 'm causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with delectation and ecstasy. `` John, please fare, I ca n't hold on often longer… I loose control… '' `` One sec, lav, one sec… '' with this my regular recurrence is faster, I 'm holding her tight pushing in unison and ramming my rooster into the cryptic 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 delicious orgasm. `` John ... lav ... 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 ... hurt you ! You are tired of remembering your husband 's lame love devising ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, John, but this is too much ! '' `` Oh no, deary, there is never too much of a skillful thing ! '' I keep delivering the most toilsome thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and satisfied ... I will realize sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again ! You wo n't be capable to tolerate ennoble love life, by the time I am finished here with you ! ''


'' have mercy, lav ! You are too enceinte, too strong… '' She moans in desperation. `` No, infant. I am the double-dyed fit for you, I 'll demonstrate it ! I fill you completely, up to the brim. The friction is superb, do n't you match ? '' `` Gospel According to John, I am still very sore from yesterday. '' She exclaims, while she is shaking from another overpowering orgasm. `` So why did you follow ? '' `` John, I love it, I absolutely love it, I need it, I ca n't live without it ! '' `` That 's right on, Darling. And you get it ! I will give it to you, all of me ! '' I start an unendurable crescendo of thrusts, which leaves her aching for more and a new release, she contracts around my tool, which is causing her excruciation, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the source of her curse, until we both climax at the same time, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of devotion and expressing our affection 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 tender and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her : `` Your expire 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 unable to hand my sexual need ... and did not enjoy the raunchy primal sex. ''

'' It was the Saame with my married man. After experiencing raunchy primal sex ... it really made me so horny I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the bedroom as the smells of liquid ecstasy filled the elbow room, but then I smelled her musky scent. My foreplay begins to grow as my body is overpowered by the scent of her musk, J. P. Morgan's fingerbreadth toyed with her hardened nipples as the steaming urine cascaded over her soundbox. She lowered one hand to cup her polish sore mound ; the swollen lips of her now excited sore cunt filled her manus. Slowly slipping a finger between her sassing she feels her juices run over her hand coating her finger. One manus teasing her nipples and one hired hand teasing her mound. Morgan leaned back against the shower paries slowly thrusting her hip to her finger's breadth rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my sassing expectantly as the fragrance of Morgan's heating filled my intellect. Slowly growing hard again, shifting my weight from side to side as I wait expectantly for her to retort. Digging her digit deep Sir Henry Morgan's head teacher rolled back as her orgasm overtook her, tugging at erect mammilla she rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling the water cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the water and tear back the drapery, Morgan exited the shower bath, reaching for a towel. Looking up at the doorway she saw me sitting there stroking my cock. She smiled and said, `` Well, I hope you have n't been there very long. '' Thinking of how she had enjoyed her shower, but knowing I nigh likely had heard everything. I just looked up into her eyes as she wrapped herself in the towel, drying her pilus. She walked into the 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 olfaction of her heated musk is now so close I 'm very aroused again. I watched closely as John Pierpont Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her soundbox slowly revealed again. Her wind held my attention to where she sat on the bed, her thighs slightly apart showing me the well sassing of her pussy. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smack her fragrance. Her second joint 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 tongue energy over her mound and between her mouth where so recently her fingers and my hammer had been. Shocked at this confidant contact again, J. P. Morgan tried to heave a crisp `` John ! ! .. '' as she feels my spit again push into her pussy. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My tongue flattened against her wet sassing, slipping between them lapping her fresh juices like a long piece of warm velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her pussy as I feel her body reacting. Thomas Hunt Morgan dropped the towel as she put her workforce on the side of my head between her wooden leg, thinking to push me away. The tinge of my clapper on her slit rapidly had the effect of reviving her other arousal, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing voiceless against my promontory, she managed to say, `` Oh god, John no ... .. please nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away Thomas Hunt Morgan found that I pushed against her weapon system, causing her to cast slightly backwards pushing her coxa up and into my sassing. Feeling her hands on me, I drove my tongue deeper inside of her pussy, drawing out her juicy heat. Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to steady herself by holding onto my head, but instead causes me to be pulled tighter against her as she fell back onto the bed. She feels me between her wooden leg, as she lay nude upon her bed. As my tongue continues to slip between her folds and her wetness now flows out for me, Morgan continues her protests even as she found herself opening her legs wider to take into account 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 kitty, my tongue slick with her juices.

unseen by Morgan, my cock continues to farm 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 ... '' Thomas Hunt Morgan ignored the lewdness of her action at law as she begins to have it away her pussy at my tongue, caressing her breasts finding her nipples excited and firmly, she pinched and pulled at her hardened nipples. I became aware of my growing need hanging below me, knowing I needed to meet my new desire. I continue to lash her wetness with my tongue, lapping from tush to top, as my spit grazed over her swell up clit, she groans and scoots back farther onto the bed, making me travel along her by putting my hands up on the bed. `` OH GOD JOHN ! '' She moans as my tongue teases her clit wanting to feel more but unable to need the stimulant she scoots back from my tongue, as I followed her onto the bed. `` John ... jjjooohhhnnn ... oooh, '' Morgan moans as now I joined her on her bed loving and licking her openness, feeding and drink in her juicy hotness. Morgan wanted now only to orgasm, and opening her eyes she looks into my middle close to hers as I leaned over her on the bed. `` Make me cum John, '' she pleaded to my eyes as I leaned there, she touched my head trying to take down it to between her open thighs again. But I wouldn't budge an inch, `` Pleeeaasee .... '' she pleaded Her eye traveling back over my body, finally seeing my hard monster tool hanging down, dodgy with excitement.

It is again huge, 9 or 10 inches long and at least 3 in thick. `` OH My God ! '' Morgan said in surprise as a driblet of clear liquidity dripped from my pecker onto her skin. `` Ohhh god nooo, no can noooo .... '' she said as she tries to scoot back on her bed, with her back to the wall, she can't get away backwards. Morgan rolled to her left incline trying to ease out from under me and off the bed, but as she did so she feels me suddenly on top of her, my bridge player gripping her waist tightly and my cock searching for her wet heat. `` Ohhhh god no no no can ! '' she cries as she feels what could only be the promontory my cock poke and prodding her thighs and butt. `` Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn ! ! ! ! '' she cries. I have to give her. I leaned over her nakedness with my putz hanging down dripping clear drops of lubricator. Mogan's eyes widened at the sight of my tool, she tries to scoot back from me and as she turned to the slope, the sight of her delicious ass presented itself to me. As if by instinct I lunged on top of her, my men gripped her shank tightly, pulling her book binding to me. I thrust my putz at her wildly, as she still tries to scud away from me, she rolls all the way over onto her stomach. Now she can feel my cock slipping wetly between her ass cheeks as I sought her curtain raising. Morgan jumps as the prick head stabbed her tight anus briefly. `` Ohhh god no John, '' she pleaded as my insistent thrusting continued. Thinking I had found her entering I push hard but skid past her tight Brown University anus and glided over her still swollen pile. Morgan put her hands back underneath them both to keep on me from getting my rooster in her, as she did she raised her butt higher against me and laid her head on the sheets, looking back under her, she sees my dick head shiny with her juices chute between her branch, The sizing and shape of my cock again kept her attention as she unwittingly raised her butt higher and helped my alliance.

I feel her butt acclivity against my belly, I took this as her credence and glide in against her wetness, the head slipping between her swollen plication I push, finally finding her tunnel. Morgan watched as the headway slides between her sassing feeling its raw heat against her hide. 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 pleasure of mounting my cunt in heating system, my hard cock pushing deep into her wet pussy. Before she can aline 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 pussy. The length and girth is filling her and teasing her astuteness as more and more of it works inside her. As I lay on top of her, my hips driving my cock deep within her, Morgan begins to afford herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving rooster as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, FUCK ME ! screwing ME ! '' she screams as the wide-cut length of my cock fills her kitty. My hairy balls rubbing her ass every time I drive into her. I 'm groaning as I slam her pussy with my prick, feeling her respond under me. Her humping back to my push assured me that she has surrendered to me. I 'm feeling strange inspiration in my loin as I fucked her. Morgan flavor my peter swelling it begins to slip in and out of her, growing prominent and turgid with every thrust. Stretching her sassing apart I continue to thrust into her. The growing arousal has Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big dick. Moaning and writhing her body covered in swither as my dead 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 turncock, her fluids flowed out over my vain gnarl, and with a desperate push, I find myself tied to her, her tight pussy fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden pressure and pain sensation of my knot being pushed inside her had Sir Henry Morgan biting the pillow as her climax peaked, then she feels me jerking inside her then suddenly geysering scalding cum into her womb. Jet after Jet coursed through my turncock filling her cunt with cum. Morgan almost passed out feeling me orgasm inside her, forgetful to the obscenities presented as she submitted to my brutish desires, she tries to pull away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the conceited ball of my knot firmly wedged inside her pussy. She never knew any man that had a knot. Locking the whitish flood of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my turncock is keeping her close to cumming again. She starts to rock back and forth trying to get free, my knot stretching and caressing her pussy. Within minutes she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to sort. My prick slides out of her puss still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the way, leaving her lying on the bed sweaty and with my pedigree tinged cum starting to run out of her fresh fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her stomach, her mind spinning from what had just happened. She feels the pool of cum on the sheets between her second joint. Her pussy still throbbing from being stretched by my knot. The room smelled heavily of sweat 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, Morgan looking down at the large wet stain where she had been laying ; its center is a mix of blood and milky Andrew Dickson White cum. She feel fluids running down her thighs standing there, she needed a rain shower. Walking over to the john door, still naked, she sees me laying in the bedroom across the hall, my handwriting holding a towel sliding over my peter, cleaning myself of our juice. The sight of my cock, which was so recently in her pussy made her stare, her finger traced over her swell up lips feeling their sticky puffiness. Lewis Henry Morgan quickly closed the bathroom door and started the hot water to rinse off the good afternoon session. In the shower she ran the piss hotter than normal and scrubbed at her dead body trying to cleanse herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, water and scoop she washed away everything but the fresh remembering.

She exited the rain shower and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to conceal the redness of her freshly scrubbed peel. Rachel quickly moved across the elbow room, closing the door quickly scanning the room to shit sure she was alone. Feeling prophylactic she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet region on the sheets. Brushing her hair again, she paid no notice. The room 's labored odor of the mix musk filled her mind as she wondered will it materialise again .