His two hands gripped her rose hip, his quarter round almost touched near her spine, the peak of his middle fingers brushed each other, halfway between her pubis and her belly push. venous blood vessel and muscle fiber telegraphed through the skin on his forearms, bearing her weight and pulling her down toward his pelvis.

Legs kicked frantically at his thickly tree like thighs. He hardly noticed, such was his nidus on his task. Her hired man pushed on his knees, trying to push his pull, yet unwittingly helping him stay fresh her body in proper coalition.

Thick purple bulbous head pressed, whitening at the head of striking. Her tight ring was both a gateway and obstacle to his intended encroachment. His rim curled in a tangle, biceps bulged and musculus pectoralis muscles strained. He leaned backwards to push his hip forward. His lance bent from the climb pressure, bending like a tightly draw bow. The thickly pink ring began to give way. High pitched screams echoed off the wall of an enclosed elbow room. entranceway was slow, the flared caput stretching the pink ring slowly and unyieldingly, like the incoming tide. thigh-slapper standardized to those of sea gulls fell on deaf ears. grunt passed through his gnashed teeth.

Her dentition also gnashed, her head thrown up and back, eyes screwed shut. Thighs and buttocks clenched like knotted roach, fighting the unwanted insight.

There was no audible pop, but he felt it through his soul, when the thick band snapped over his flared rim. He paused, just for a moment, letting out his breath in a foresightful tedious deflation.

Her wriggles became more delirious. Her hands left his knee joint to punch at shin bone and calf. Her weight shifted forward, dropping, but his hands remained solidness as a vice. Her clinch muscles didn't help her as they trapped the knob tightly within her.

He groaned in pleasure before inhaling deeply and renewing his sweat to pull her hips toward his own. He made slow and steady progress. A dance band of extreme pressure worked slowly down his peter. His fingers clenched and pulled, his shoulders strained, he threw his headspring back and leaned into her, pressing relentlessly. He may own been an impressive specimen of straining muscularity, but she was nearly equal to the challenge.

Her washboard belly clenched, as did her robust anatomical sphincter. besotted bum were hard like fists. She shrieked like a cat, and although she could experience the invasion slowly gaining head, her nether gang slowly stretching More and more, she continued to fight.

He pushed on. Every painful and slow mm gained, felt like being immersed in a fond fluid of pleasure inducing euphoria. He couldn't have stopped himself had he wanted to, such was the promise of keen pleasance ahead. mineral vein bulged, nearly to the stage of bursting, before sliding ever slowly out of thought inside her band. He began to suck in deadening ragged breaths.

She began to heave and squeal. Her heels were now kicking at his vertebral column, the movement only helped him gain headway.

It was almost done. His eyes across-the-board and barely focused made out the diminishing gap between his muscular venter and her tush most curves.

Through gritted teeth, her squeals turned to oink. Her men went back to pushing on his lower thighs, slight arms struggled to repeal herself away from him. Their coxa met. Firm buttocks met masculine hip bones. Swaying scrotum bumped against bare pubis. Barely noticeable, despite the swag effort she put up in her fight to repel the invader, a small trickle, starting with just one drop, a pass viscous fluid dripped. From garden pink cleft, it dropped, alighting on the wrinkled pelt of his swaying sack, before elongating and stretching toward the storey. It hung in midair for a moment, before snapping and falling to the base with an inaudible splat.

His thorax rumbled like a lions. He leaned forward, withdrawing his slam slowly away from the steel adhesive friction of his hands.

The dense ring refused to loosen its grip, the pink sheath stretched away, continuing to fully case his prong. Then it could stretch no further, and the slam began to reappear, veins popped back up from the released pressure, slickened by a clear moisture.

He reversed his apparent motion, not wanting to be any further outside his most gratifying encasement. He pressed the ring back inside her.

She grunted and fought against him once more, trying with all her might to keep back him from regaining his conquered territorial dominion. This battle was just as futile as the first and he wasn't delayed for long, before manly pelvis mashed into womanly buttock.

His sack, stretched from holding weighted egg, swung up to gently slap distended clit and pubic mound. It came away, smeared in thick clear fluid, this fourth dimension it connected the two in a curving strand, slowly stretching. It nearly made it to the floor in one farsighted chain, before breaking and joining the old offering. He pulled back again, the motions, the grunt, the squeals and the clenching heftiness repeated. Each meter he sawed into her, her torso gave way more easily. The dripping fluids began to slicken his hip joint and shot.

Her thick garden pink ring now glistened with the wet. Her grip remained as sozzled, but the friction decreased and his stride quickened. It wasn't long before a wet spot on the base went from one of his fundament to the other.

His rose hip were bucking back and forth rapidly. He groaned in non-stop pleasure, his headway thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. A sheen of sweat made his eubstance look like a glistening statue.

Her nous was now bobbling about, her arms hung limply from her consistence, hanging toward the base, like her legs. Her lament was punctuated with prisonbreak with each thrust forward. Her organic structure had been shaking through waves of pleasure, peaking and waning, and peaking yet again.

The sound of a heavy wet scrotum slapping against a bare lower belly accented each thrust. His knees bent grass, his hips shifted lowly, his stance broadened as his ultimate plosion of pleasure neared.

Her foot rose to rest on the top of his hips, her genu pushed upward and outward from her body as it unconsciously opened to take his ultimate penetrations as deeply as possible.

Their physical structure met with forceful shudders. They were focused on one affair only, the immense pleasure emanating from where her stiff pink thick mob clasped his meaty veiny putz. The undulation of this joy washed over each, making them nothing more than inane animal.

Her hairsbreadth hung loose, taradiddle dripped from her lip, similar to the drool from her enflamed twat. She was lost to the world around her. Around her neck, a halcyon chandelier swung. Dangling on the delicate golden chain, was a single glittering missive.

The letter which told him that she was uncommitted for the treatment she was receiving. A one letter on a mountain chain, interpreted by one person, to show what the wearer desired most deeply.

To the other person, it was a endowment from a grandparent that signified the maiden letter of the alphabet of her epithet.

As it turned out, both interpretation turned out to be unexpected, yet lawful .