His feet raised desert dust as he ran and his face was covered in sweat and streaked with dirt as the temperature was already beginning to rise.He was...quite obviously a fit young man. His shoulders were broad, muscled from the fact that he swam competitively. His balance and graceful motion spoke of his years of intensive training in martial arts. Apart from physical fitness there was something else about him though, something indefinable to a casual observer. Gavin exuded a presence, an aura. She did her best to shake her head against his shoulder. The message was perfectly clear. Her ability to follow it, however, was in question as he started to work his length inside her, forcing out tiny gasps and tortured whimpers. The lube helped with his girth, but the spikes tugged at her insides and stretched her unevenly. He kept her head pinned to himself as she quietly sobbed.“Give us a smile, Ava, you’re about to make me cum.” The devil mocked as he thrust an extra finger inside of her. .aur kabhi is tarah ka sketch banayega”…………….mein chup raha….BOL …..CHATAAK.”nahiii baap re tum to pura apple ki tarah laal kar dogi “maine bola.sunke usse khub hansi aayi. Maine usse bola” mein to bas pata kar raha tha ki us din ki cheezein tumko pasand aayi ki nahi” (Refer Part 1 of this story) wo hanste hue boli “kaun si cheezein” me-“wo jo uss din chath par hua tha.WO- Kya hua tha?ME- tumne meri pitai ki thi ….WO-acha ….bada maza aya tha naa……usne chidaate huye bola.ME- hmm aur phir …..WO-. The dom did not break stride but increased fucking her sub faster, harder and deeper. The sub moaned with each thrust, her hands were made into fists, her toes curled in a tight knot."Are you ready, my pet?" the dom asked so quietly I barely heard her."Oh, yes, mistress, I am. Please let me cum. Please," the sub pleaded as she opened her eyes to watch her mistress.I watched the bed shake as the dom took a wider stance for leverage, then began to drive the cock harder into that yielding pussy in.