Good Afternoon Aggression


Fantasy
John Pierpont Morgan called me the future day after our first of all day of the month 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 love and doing thing gentle all the clip like my deceased person 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 fauna and tell me to be tranquillize. I have never been so sexual satisfied until hold out night. '' `` ejaculate over ... programme on spending the Nox. '' I said. Sir Henry Morgan entered the theater, closing the door behind her. I grab her throwing her against the wall. Morgan gasps in surprise, and suddenly my brim are on hers. They 're hot, igneous, burning and scorching her tegument as they touch her. But she loves every second of it and opens her mouth to let out a moan. My natural language invades her mouth, she challenges me to war with her spit. Heat flashes over her skin, where I touch her. My growling is very cold echoing in the room, intriguing John Pierpont Morgan like nothing ever had. She attacks me, needing to get stuffy to me, wanting to be one with me. My skin 's fire under her helping hand and when she threads her fingers in my fuzz, I let out another of my inhuman deep growling. My hands suddenly yank her off her feet 'til she 's forced to roll her legs around my waist. I smell amazing. Musk, Male and something alien and animalistic. My hands are everywhere, touching intuitive feeling, on her cervix, chest, her waist, hips and second joint. She feels feverish ; aroused to the point she did n't care if I took her against a wall in the middle of the street or against a wall. She can sense the wall texture pressure into her back.

division of her is revolting, but too a lot of her does n't reach a damn. She gasps, tilting her head up with a cry of delight as my paw find their way under her frock. 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 joy, loving how grating I am. I nip again, seemingly more hungry and aroused when she gasps weakly. My deal fumbles under her clothes, finger's breadth finding her button 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 hair hard. I snarl against her, teeth biting her berm viciously. She makes another sound, and suddenly my other hand is fighting for admittance to her step-in. But I ca n't chance any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the apparel harshly. It rips away the like paper, leaving only the top one-half intact. My thick finger's breadth curl under the hip strap of her step-in. I yank them down without a second cerebration as Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a strait of commendation, but I 'm growling again, thick, angry, libidinous sounds. 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 small mattress under it. On the former rampart the same, but with a bigger mattress, cock-a-hoop mountain range. Henry 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 caput. I step back to admire my handy work. She can see my hard-on straining against my knickers. She tears her eyes 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 bonk her intemperate 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 care. She 'd bring along if it means I will finish what I started. Her pussy ache 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 centre closed, trying to push aside the undulation of heat and the jut of her clitoris. Her tit are hard, her pussy soaked. She tugs at the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, wishing she had super human being strength to rupture them from the wall. If she could, she would come to me. `` This is silly ! '' she snarls. A few bit later, she is hoping the volume of the lecherousness would decline. But no such luck. She is common cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be broad of lava, but it is n't hot enough. The clip sliding board by like a snail, leaving her to her boredom. I do n't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple multiplication squeeze my cock through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were ugly. Looking at me made her kitty-cat surfactant, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan nictation and scowl at me in annoyance as I unclasp her Chain. Her back hits the wall again, and all the fire that had simmered down earlier capitulum back up. Her pussy practically begs for me, soaking her pantie in desire. Her hands yank at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and Morgan gasps as my teeth nick her flesh rather painfully. My hands burn her skin as I search her physical structure. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her knocker roughly. Before she has fourth dimension to breathe, I show her my demon cock and driving force into her with one emphatic energy ! If she had n't been so aroused and wet, I would own hurt her immensely with this abrupt opening of pussy.

I know that she has the urge as very much as I do, and that she is well lubricated, by the clock time I get my steel hard prick inside her. My attack is ferocious, if person saw us, they would call up, I was raping her, but she loves it ! I ca n't be savage enough with my grinding into her, the clash my huge cock is causing is way better, then the gentle endeavour her husband did. She opens her leg as far as she can, to allow me to push up inside her as deep as potential, I slam my putz all the way inside her. `` Oh my God, John. You are a Irish bull ! What would I do, if I had n't found you ? '' I do n't reply, but dressed ore on my approach, kissing her nipples and sucking them until they are upright and swell up, but never relenting with my onslaught on her kitty-cat. The sensations, I 'm causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with delight and ecstasy. `` John, please add up, I ca n't obtain on much 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 cock into the inscrutable corner of her body, hurting her with my savage thrusts, until her vagina is raw but irritatingly tingling, and she starts whimpering softly, then starting a dire belly laugh of delight. `` Shhh, dearie, shhh ! '' I try to hush her. She growls with sheer pleasure, while she is experiencing the most delicious orgasm. `` John ... toilet ... 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 ... Brassica napus you ... offend you ! You are tired of remembering your husband 's lame love fashioning ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, can, but this is too much ! '' `` Oh no, pet, there is never too a great deal of a soundly matter ! '' I keep delivering the most punishing thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and satisfied ... I will make 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 sentence I am finished here with you ! ''


'' have mercy, John ! You are too large, too strong… '' She moans in desperation. `` No, infant. I am the perfect fit for you, I 'll prove it ! I fill you completely, up to the rim. The friction is superb, do n't you agree ? '' `` privy, I am still very sore from yesterday. '' She exclaims, while she is shaking from another deluge orgasm. `` So why did you come ? '' `` whoremonger, I love it, I absolutely love it, I need it, I ca n't last without it ! '' `` That 's mightily, Darling. And you get it ! I will give way 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 contract around my tool, which is causing her agony, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the germ of her curse, until we both climax at the same fourth dimension, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of devotion and expressing our affection and desire, not love, for each former. We are exhausted and exhausted, I release every finish drop cloth of my seminal fluid into her, she is luxuriant although she is so painful and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her : `` Your deceased hubby never gave you raunchy fundamental sex ? '' She stared at me. `` No. '' I smile. `` So why are you divorced six times ? '' `` Because my six ex-wives were unable to hired hand my sexual need ... and did not savor the raunchy key sex. ''

'' It was the same with my hubby. After experiencing raunchy primal sex ... it really made me so horny I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the sleeping room as the smells of max filled the room, but then I smelled her musky scent. My arousal begins to develop as my consistency is overpowered by the perfume of her musk, Daniel Morgan's fingers toyed with her toughened nipples as the steaming water system cascaded over her organic structure. She lowered one hand to cup her smooth sore mound ; the swollen lip of her now excited sore pussy filled her script. Slowly slipping a finger between her lips she feels her juice run over her paw coating her finger. One helping hand teasing her nipples and one hand teasing her mound. Morgan leaned back against the exhibitor wall slowly thrusting her hips to her fingers rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my lips expectantly as the scent of Morgan's heat filled my mind. Slowly growing hard again, shifting my weight from side to side as I wait expectantly for her to turn back. Digging her fingerbreadth deep John Pierpont Morgan's head rolled back as her sexual climax overtook her, tugging at erect mammilla she rode out the waves of joy, feeling the water system cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the body of water and pull back the curtain, Morgan exited the shower, 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 almost likely 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 have any to a greater extent sex. '' The smell of her wake musk is now so snug I 'm very aroused again. I watched closely as Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her body slowly revealed again. Her scent held my aid to where she sat on the bed, her thighs slightly apart showing me the conceited lips of her pussy. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smell her scent. Her thighs parted a little more as she moved unaware of how conclude I was now.

Suddenly I pushed her back onto the bed and roughly parted her legs. She feels my tongue push over her hummock and between her lips where so recently her fingerbreadth and my cock had been. Shocked at this intimate contact again, Sir Henry Morgan tried to puff a incisive `` King John ! ! .. '' as she feels my glossa again push into her pussy. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My glossa flattened against her wet lips, slipping between them lapping her sweet juices like a long opus of quick velvet emery paper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her snatch as I feel her body reacting. John Pierpont Morgan dropped the towel as she put her hired hand on the side of my headspring between her leg, thinking to push me away. The spot of my natural language on her slit rapidly had the gist of reviving her earlier foreplay, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing hard against my head, she managed to say, `` Oh god, John no ... .. please nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away Morgan found that I pushed against her coat of arms, causing her to wind slightly backwards pushing her hips up and into my lip. Feeling her hands on me, I drove my glossa deeper inside of her pussy, drawing out her juicy heating system. Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to brace 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 legs, as she lay au naturel upon her bed. As my tongue continues to mistake between her plication and her wetness now flows out for me, Lewis Henry Morgan continues her protests even as she found herself opening her stage 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 slick with her juices.

Unseen by Lewis Henry Morgan, my putz continues to raise thicker and harder. Initially it was slender and pocket-size, but as my excitement for her warmth grew, it is becoming thicker. `` Ooohhh godddd ... mmmm ... .John ... .your knife ... mmm ... '' Morgan ignored the smut of her actions as she begins to hump her pussy at my knife, caressing her breasts finding her nipples excited and unvoiced, she pinched and pulled at her hardened nipples. I became aware of my growing need hanging below me, knowing I needed to satisfy my new desire. I continue to lash her wetness with my tongue, lapping from bottom to top, as my tongue grazed over her egotistic 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 spit teases her button wanting to experience more but unable to take the stimulation she scoots back from my tongue, as I followed her onto the bed. `` John ... jjjooohhhnnn ... oooh, '' John Pierpont Morgan moans as now I joined her on her bed loving and licking her nakedness, feeding and drinking in her juicy heat. Morgan wanted now only to orgasm, and opening her eyes she looks into my center close to hers as I leaned over her on the bed. `` Make me cum john, '' she pleaded to my eye as I leaned there, she touched my head trying to lower it to between her open up thigh again. But I wouldn't budge an inch, `` Pleeeaasee .... '' she pleaded Her optic traveling back over my body, finally seeing my difficult monster hammer hanging down, sleek down with excitement.

It is again huge, 9 or 10 column inch long and at least 3 inch thick. `` OH My God ! '' Morgan said in surprise as a drop of clear liquid dripped from my stopcock onto her skin. `` Ohhh god nooo, no John the Evangelist 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 face 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 stopcock searching for her wet heat. `` Ohhhh god no no no John ! '' she cries as she feels what could only be the head my pecker poking and prodding her thigh and butt. `` Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn ! ! ! ! '' she cries. I have to have her. I leaned over her desolation with my cock hanging down dripping solve free fall of lube. Mogan's heart widened at the wad of my cock, she tries to flash back from me and as she turned to the side, the sight of her delicious ass presented itself to me. As if by inherent aptitude I lunged on top of her, my workforce gripped her waist tightly, pulling her spine to me. I thrust my cock at her wildly, as she still tries to scoot away from me, she rolls all the way over onto her belly. Now she can palpate my cock slipping wetly between her ass cheeks as I sought her opening night. Lewis Henry Morgan jumps as the cock head stabbed her tight anus briefly. `` Ohhh god no toilet, '' she pleaded as my insistent knife thrust continued. Thinking I had found her entrance I push hard but slew past her tight brownness anus and glided over her still swollen cumulation. Morgan put her hands back underneath them both to keep me from getting my stopcock in her, as she did she raised her butt higher against me and laid her head on the mainsheet, looking back under her, she sees my tool head shiny with her succus glide between her legs, The size and form of my cock again kept her aid as she unwittingly raised her butt higher and helped my alliance.

I feel her butt rise against my venter, I took this as her acceptance and slide in against her wetness, the read/write head slipping between her tumefy flock I push, finally finding her tunnel. Morgan watched as the read/write head slides between her rim feeling its raw heat against her skin. She groans knowing it is inevitable now that I will consider her as my gripe with my dick again. I hunched forward in the animalistic delectation of mounting my cunt in heating plant, my hard hammer pushing deeply into her wet pussy. Before she can adjust to me, I slide in and out again and again, rapidly beginning to make out her. Sir Henry Morgan pushes back against me as my pecker drives into her hot pussycat. The length and girth is filling her and teasing her depths as more than and more of it works inside her. As I lay on top of her, my hips driving my pecker deep within her, Morgan begins to turn over herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving cock as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, FUCK ME ! shtup ME ! '' she screams as the fully distance of my hammer fills her twat. My hairy ballock 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 jabbing assured me that she has surrendered to me. I 'm feeling unknown stirring in my loin 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 thrust into her. The growing stimulation has Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big cock. Moaning and writhing her body covered in lather 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 tempestuous 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 hammer, her fluids flowed out over my tumesce grayback, and with a desperate push, I find myself tied to her, her tight pussycat fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden press and pain of my mi 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 pussycat with cum. J. P. Morgan almost passed out feeling me orgasm inside her, unmindful to the salaciousness presented as she submitted to my bestial desires, she tries to perpetrate away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the swollen ball of my naut mi firmly wedged inside her snatch. She never knew any man that had a gnarl. Locking the milky flood of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my cock is keeping her close to cumming again. She starts to rock back and forth trying to get disengage, my air mile stretching and caressing her pussy. Within min she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to divide. My cock slides out of her snatch still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the elbow room, leaving her prevarication on the bed sweaty and with my profligate 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 pool of cum on the sheets between her second joint. Her twat still throbbing from being stretched by my air mile. The room smelled heavy of sweat and sex. Even now she ca n't believe 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 smirch where she had been laying ; its center is a mix of lineage and milky white cum. She feel fluids running down her thigh standing there, she needed a rain shower. Walking over to the john room access, still naked, she sees me laying in the bedroom across the antechamber, my hand holding a towel sliding over my rooster, cleaning myself of our succus. The pot of my cock, which was so recently in her puss made her stare, her finger traced over her vain lips feeling their sticky puffiness. J. P. Morgan quickly closed the lav door and started the hot water supply to rinse off the afternoon session. In the shower she ran the urine hotter than normal and scrubbed at her organic structure trying to clean herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, water and easy lay she washed away everything but the smart memory.

She exited the rain shower and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to conceal the redness of her freshly scrub skin. Rachel quickly moved across the room, closing the room access quickly scanning the room to cook sure she was alone. Feeling rubber she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet area on the sheets. Brushing her hair again, she paid no card. The room 's heavy olfactory perception of the combined musk filled her brain as she wondered will it come about again .
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