Preston’s prick with a glistening polish.
Broken whimpers spilled from Lydia’s throat, inflaming Preston’s blood all the more as he stroked the knot of her clitoris and felt her inner walls shudder around his shaft. Then he withdrew from her body and gave her hip another light slap.
“Turn over.”
She stared at him, dismay darkening her lovely eyes as she appeared to realize exactly what further insult he intended to bestow upon her. Her mouth opened to protest, but then she twisted around and presented her plump backside to him.
Preston gripped her waist to pull her to the edge of the table so the tips of her toes touched the plush carpet and her hips were positioned in a perfect curve that would allow him unconstrained access.
Placing his hands on the fleshy mounds, he parted her bottom to examine the furrow between them, tracing it down to the delicate crinkle in which he intended to embed his quivering shaft. He rubbed the little hole with the tip of his moistened finger, causing his captive to emit a mewl of protest and writhe her buttocks most enticingly.
“Ah, darling,” Preston said breathlessly. “Hasn’t a man yet experienced the delectation of your charming backside?”
“Y-yes,” Lydia choked, her skin aflame. “But I…I never liked it, I don’t find it pleasurable…”
“Well, you haven’t had me yet, have you?”
With a shudder of delight, he began pressing his hard knob against the puckered seal of her anus. Lydia gasped in shock and strained forward to try and avoid the unnatural invasion.
“No,” she moaned in supplication. “Oh God, Preston…it’s going to hurt…”
“Relax,” he rasped, his breath coming in harsh pants. He gave her bottom a few slaps to remind her that he was in control, then continued to urge himself past the closed portal. “It’ll hurt if you don’t relax. Come on, darling, open up that sweet little hole for me…that’s right…”
Lydia’s fingers clenched onto the sides of the table, her lovely back arching upward as she struggled to accept his entry. Preston pressed her plump cushions farther apart as the head of his penis eased past the taut ring. He pushed into her with raw, leisurely greed, loving the sight of her crinkled aperture stretching to accept his glossy stalk. He gave a hiss of sensual delight as he began thrusting more energetically, stretching Lydia so fully that her hips bucked as if to try and dislodge him.
“Ohhh…oh, Preston, no…” Lydia groaned, her eyes closing partway, her bottom cheeks flexing desperately as she took the full impact of him.
Preston grasped her waist as he began a slow pillaging of her anal region, grunting with pleasure as the strained channel clutched his erection. His prisoner’s writhings and whimpers of discomfort only served to enhance his excitement, stimulating the tension tightening through his body. Sweat collected on his forehead as he amplified his thrusts in order to fully savor the exceptional tightness of her posterior sheath.
Lydia pressed her face against the table, her whimpers dissipating into hot, little moans clearly evoked by new tinges of arousal. With a hard smile, Preston slipped his hand beneath her to feel the damp crevices of her labia.
Her clit was heavy and throbbing beneath his fingers, and she gave a shriek of pleasure when he began to massage it. She started panting with need, squirming on the table as if encouraging him to thrust himself even deeper into her body.
Preston pressed hard against the center of her pleasure as Lydia cried out, her body quivering with the effects of a powerful climax. Then he clutched her bottom again, his own arousal heightened by the shuddering of her muscles, and plunged with such fervor into her that Lydia continued to emit a series of moans. With a shout, Preston succumbed to his own rapture, pressing himself deep inside her as his body exploded in a series of vibrating spurts.
He stepped back to allow her to right herself.
Broken whimpers spilled from Lydia’s throat, inflaming Preston’s blood all the more as he stroked the knot of her clitoris and felt her inner walls shudder around his shaft. Then he withdrew from her body and gave her hip another light slap.
“Turn over.”
She stared at him, dismay darkening her lovely eyes as she appeared to realize exactly what further insult he intended to bestow upon her. Her mouth opened to protest, but then she twisted around and presented her plump backside to him.
Preston gripped her waist to pull her to the edge of the table so the tips of her toes touched the plush carpet and her hips were positioned in a perfect curve that would allow him unconstrained access.
Placing his hands on the fleshy mounds, he parted her bottom to examine the furrow between them, tracing it down to the delicate crinkle in which he intended to embed his quivering shaft. He rubbed the little hole with the tip of his moistened finger, causing his captive to emit a mewl of protest and writhe her buttocks most enticingly.
“Ah, darling,” Preston said breathlessly. “Hasn’t a man yet experienced the delectation of your charming backside?”
“Y-yes,” Lydia choked, her skin aflame. “But I…I never liked it, I don’t find it pleasurable…”
“Well, you haven’t had me yet, have you?”
With a shudder of delight, he began pressing his hard knob against the puckered seal of her anus. Lydia gasped in shock and strained forward to try and avoid the unnatural invasion.
“No,” she moaned in supplication. “Oh God, Preston…it’s going to hurt…”
“Relax,” he rasped, his breath coming in harsh pants. He gave her bottom a few slaps to remind her that he was in control, then continued to urge himself past the closed portal. “It’ll hurt if you don’t relax. Come on, darling, open up that sweet little hole for me…that’s right…”
Lydia’s fingers clenched onto the sides of the table, her lovely back arching upward as she struggled to accept his entry. Preston pressed her plump cushions farther apart as the head of his penis eased past the taut ring. He pushed into her with raw, leisurely greed, loving the sight of her crinkled aperture stretching to accept his glossy stalk. He gave a hiss of sensual delight as he began thrusting more energetically, stretching Lydia so fully that her hips bucked as if to try and dislodge him.
“Ohhh…oh, Preston, no…” Lydia groaned, her eyes closing partway, her bottom cheeks flexing desperately as she took the full impact of him.
Preston grasped her waist as he began a slow pillaging of her anal region, grunting with pleasure as the strained channel clutched his erection. His prisoner’s writhings and whimpers of discomfort only served to enhance his excitement, stimulating the tension tightening through his body. Sweat collected on his forehead as he amplified his thrusts in order to fully savor the exceptional tightness of her posterior sheath.
Lydia pressed her face against the table, her whimpers dissipating into hot, little moans clearly evoked by new tinges of arousal. With a hard smile, Preston slipped his hand beneath her to feel the damp crevices of her labia.
Her clit was heavy and throbbing beneath his fingers, and she gave a shriek of pleasure when he began to massage it. She started panting with need, squirming on the table as if encouraging him to thrust himself even deeper into her body.
Preston pressed hard against the center of her pleasure as Lydia cried out, her body quivering with the effects of a powerful climax. Then he clutched her bottom again, his own arousal heightened by the shuddering of her muscles, and plunged with such fervor into her that Lydia continued to emit a series of moans. With a shout, Preston succumbed to his own rapture, pressing himself deep inside her as his body exploded in a series of vibrating spurts.
He stepped back to allow her to right herself.
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