1. Light Chocolate Candy


    Date: 5/16/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 48.5, Source: sexstories.com

    steady herself in case she fell. I gave her no time to regain her balance, however, just pushed open the door from the hallway she had indicated earlier was the bedroom and shoved her roughly inside. She fought to stand still when she recovered herself and even managed one moment to breath, before he was with her again, having entered behind her, and had grabbed her by both arms and shoved her again forward, this time onto the bed. She fell forward, half on her stomach, half on her side, then quickly scrambled to turn over before I'm on top of her, she knew by now I won't wait to see if she is comfortable. Her pain meant nothing, I did not care. I will satisfy my own desires and I will use her to do so and if it hurt her or if it pleasured her is irrelevant and she is more afraid of how quickly she had accepted my dare. I'm on her before she has managed to turn completely over, I grab her shoulder roughly pulling her back round to where I wanted her, then planted my lips down on hers again as my hands move down to grip her skirt and pull it up. She knows what I'm doing and she is helpless to say whether she wants it or not, for I'm not giving her a choice. I pull her skirt up forcing my hand beneath it, finding her panties and yanking them down, then shoved my hand on to her mound groping her pussy, suddenly three fingers are up inside of her. She cries out, though her sounds are muffled by my mouth still on hers, as I roughly jab three fingers into her all at once. It ...
    hurt because it is rough and sudden, but it would have hurt more if she wasn't so wet. She is dripping, far more than normal for her, for she is well lubricated and ready for me and it both surprises and shames her, that she can respond to my rough treatment of her like this. I pull my fingers out most of the way then shove them in hard again, hurting her so she arches her back and unwittingly tilts her face away from me as she did. I let her, my smile viscous as I watch her whimper beneath my rough touch and she thought about begging me desperately to be more gentle with her, except she is to afraid I would use that as a reason to hurt her more. Afraid, also, she secretly didn't want it like this to begin with, unable now to trust herself. I thrust my hand into her three, four, five more times, each time harder than the last, using powerful strength until she is crying out helplessly with each thrust, before I pull out again. All of a sudden she finds my fingers, sticky and stinking of her, at her bruised lips and pushed inside her mouth. She tries to turn away, gagging hard, she did not like this, did not like to taste herself, but I would not let her grabbing her hair once again with my other hand turning her head just as I wanted it making her lick my fingers clean of her juices. I'm grinning nastily as I did, no doubt seeing that her eyes are glassy with tears from her fear and the pain, but knowing she is not fighting me, rather she is responding more to each new moment. ...
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