1. Horny for Older Man


    Date: 1/5/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 58.3, Source: sexstories.com

    comfortable or if she is unhurt. Her pain meant nothing, I didn't care about her pain. I will satisfy my desires now and I will use her to do so and if it hurt her or if it pleasured her is irrelevant and she is afraid of how quickly she has accepted that. I'm on her before she manages to turn completely over, I grab her shoulder roughly pulling her back round to where I wanted her, then plant my lips down on hers again as my hands move down her naked body. I roughly push my hand between her legs, then shove my fingers roughly up inside of her. She cries out, though her sound is muffled by my mouth on hers, I roughly jab three fingers all at once into her. It hurt because it is so rough and sudden, it would have hurt more if she wasn't so wet. She is dripping, more than normal for her, she is well lubricated and ready for me and it surprises and shames her, that she is responding to my rough treatment of her. I pull my fingers out part way out then shove them in harder, hurting her so she arches her back and unwittingly tilts her face away from me. I let her, my smile viscous as I watch her whimper beneath my touch and she thought about begging me to be more gentle with her, except she is afraid I will only use that as a reason to hurt her more. Afraid, she secretly didn't want it like this to begin with, unable now to trust herself. I thrust my fingers into her three, four, five times, each time harder than the last, using powerful strength until she is crying out ...
    helplessly with each thrust, before I pull them out again. Suddenly she finds my fingers, sticky and smelling of her, at her bruised lips pushing inside her mouth. She tries to turn away, gagging hard, she did not like this, she never has tasted herself, when she masturbated she wiped her fingers with a cloth, she never licked and sucked them. I would not let her turn away, grabbing her hair again with my other hand turning her head as I wanted it and made her lick my fingers clean of her juices. I'm grinning nastily as I did, seeing her eyes are glassy with tears from fear and pain, but knowing she is not fighting me, she is responding to each new moment. Suddenly, I push myself back off her. If she had been going to stop this, if she had been going to fight, now is the time. This is when she can get herself away from me. This moment alone she would have to be free. She did not move, as I push myself back to stand at the side of the bed where she lay. She continued to lay there, looking up at me fearful and clutching the blankets beneath her with frightened, anxious hands as I lean over caressing her thighs and ass. She feels shame she is letting me do this to her, but she cannot help it, she cannot help herself, she laying uncovered and exposed to my view. Her clean shaved pussy exposed, she knew she had gone to far to become coy now. I slap her hands away hard and she knew better than to try again as I see her juices evident on her thighs, staining the sheets beneath her. She turns ...
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