He took a step forward, standing so close to her that he could smell the faintest trace of her soap. He spoke, breaking the moment. ‘We’ve only kn...wn each other for only a little more than a day. I’ll sleep on the chair.’ He didn’t bother to hide the look in his eyes that gave an intimate meaning to his words. For a moment, they locked gazes and then she looked away, suddenly dry-mouthed and uncomfortable. She felt as if she were drowning, thrashing her way through the water. ‘Did I make you. ..get it deeper” I added.“Like this you tramp”“Mmm” was all I managed.But it felt great. He eased a second finger into my widened back crack and it added instantly to my pleasure. The only thing better than two fingers in my butthole I thought would be his hard cock.Jarryn got the biggest surprise of the afternoon. I eased off his cock and re-positioned my body higher over his...then got a hand between my legs and eased his pecker into my tight back hole. So tight. So sensitive. So frickin. My body's his for him to use as roughly as he needs, and once his pleasure's satisfied to fill me with his seed.O To-and-fro his hammer-blows, my flesh rings like a bell! My pain thus fades in pleasure-waves, which grow and rise and swell. And at that heady cusp I feel his gush of sweet release; and there go I, let loose a cry, for this to never cease. And still his gushing torrent flows so deep within my loins, from me it slips, and down it drips, and with the ground it joins.Slowly it fades,. Emptying another bottle of wine, her mind wallowed in a hazy world filled with cotton and sweet gossamer spun all around her. Could she even begin to consider going back to Villa? She shuddered, thinking of all the harsh curses she had hurled at Angique. Her fingers fumbled with the slick shaft of the riding crop she pressed between her tits — Angelthorn was a cruel but true companion. She inhaled its ancient smell and lowered her lips to its knob, softly sucking on it. She must have whispered.