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Excerpt:His strong, masculine arms pressed her flaring hips, almost crushing them as he pounded into her. His hands pulled and tugged her breasts, as if attempting to milk them. He continually varied his pressure, building new, different sensations in her trembling bosom. She could feel the powerful surges of his hairy thighs and flat hips as he crashed against her. His belly, though far from muscular, wasn't heavy, either. He pressed his belly into her back and ass, feeling the vibrancy of her spanked cheeks, heat still coming from them. The tight, silky walls of her tender cunt writhed inwar...
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His strong, masculine arms pressed her flaring hips, almost crushing them as he pounded into her. His hands pulled and tugged her breasts, as if attempting to milk them. He continually varied his pressure, building new, different sensations in her trembling bosom. She could feel the powerful surges of his hairy thighs and flat hips as he crashed against her. His belly, though far from muscular, wasn't heavy, either. He pressed his belly into her back and ass, feeling the vibrancy of her spanked cheeks, heat still coming from them. The tight, silky walls of her tender cunt writhed inwardly, squirming around his thrusting cock, making it feel as if it were buried in the belly of a moving anaconda. She had him tightly sleeved with each and every one of her backward responses to his plunging strokes.
Gail gasped, her fingers still gripping the covers beneath her. Her face was as red as her ass as she gasped obscenely with each masterful thrust. She thought she would be totally out of breath shortly, and she would suffocate for lack of being able to pull enough oxygen into her lungs. She could hear the sound of his thick prong squishing in and out of her tight gully, moving with a swift, rhythmic stabbing, and the obscene noises thrilled her all the more, rousing her to new fevered peaks.
He was smiling now, the smile of a Latin American who knew he was once again victorious where a woman was concerned. In his part of the world, every man was a master at making a woman enjoy being mastered. And he had used his technique, very successfully on every "gringa" he'd ever met. The biggest problem for Isak Blass was getting them to agree to be alone with him. Once he had accomplished that, he never worried. Whether they finally submitted willingly, or had to be raped, they always left him with a broad smile on their faces, always willing to come back for more if and when he should be in town.
They have the lust, just like men, he thought. Lust ees what drives all men, and eet drives the women, too. Now thees pretty leetle thing was first learning how much lust was a part of her life. Knowing it, she would not be able to turn away from men so easily, in the future.
His strong, masculine arms pressed her flaring hips, almost crushing them as he pounded into her. His hands pulled and tugged her breasts, as if attempting to milk them. He continually varied his pressure, building new, different sensations in her trembling bosom. She could feel the powerful surges of his hairy thighs and flat hips as he crashed against her. His belly, though far from muscular, wasn't heavy, either. He pressed his belly into her back and ass, feeling the vibrancy of her spanked cheeks, heat still coming from them. The tight, silky walls of her tender cunt writhed inwardly, squirming around his thrusting cock, making it feel as if it were buried in the belly of a moving anaconda. She had him tightly sleeved with each and every one of her backward responses to his plunging strokes.
Gail gasped, her fingers still gripping the covers beneath her. Her face was as red as her ass as she gasped obscenely with each masterful thrust. She thought she would be totally out of breath shortly, and she would suffocate for lack of being able to pull enough oxygen into her lungs. She could hear the sound of his thick prong squishing in and out of her tight gully, moving with a swift, rhythmic stabbing, and the obscene noises thrilled her all the more, rousing her to new fevered peaks.
He was smiling now, the smile of a Latin American who knew he was once again victorious where a woman was concerned. In his part of the world, every man was a master at making a woman enjoy being mastered. And he had used his technique, very successfully on every "gringa" he'd ever met. The biggest problem for Isak Blass was getting them to agree to be alone with him. Once he had accomplished that, he never worried. Whether they finally submitted willingly, or had to be raped, they always left him with a broad smile on their faces, always willing to come back for more if and when he should be in town.
They have the lust, just like men, he thought. Lust ees what drives all men, and eet drives the women, too. Now thees pretty leetle thing was first learning how much lust was a part of her life. Knowing it, she would not be able to turn away from men so easily, in the future.
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