suddenly grabbed me between my legs, and
I yelped. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked my juices, and
his eyes darkened.
“You’re wet, Miss Gould,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me,
sir. Fuck me hard!”
“Not yet,” he said sternly, then suddenly
dropped down on his knees before me, and pushed his tongue into me,
just like that, shoving it in deep, the wide part splaying my pussy
lips, as his curious tip explored the walls of my soppy cunt.
I squirmed against the ropes that held me
tied up, but he’d done his job well, and I couldn’t budge an inch
against the onslaught of his tongue inside my flesh. I was fully
exposed and utterly helpless as he drove his tongue into me again
and again, and licked the most intimate part of my body.
“Oh, Remington,” I sighed. “That feels so
good.”
The moment I spoke those words, he stopped
and leaned back, his lips and chin glistening wet. Reaching up, he
grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples—smearing them with my own
juices, and suddenly I felt my climax setting in, my lower body
straining against the ropes, the globes of my ass grinding against
the rough bark of the tree, and I came. The moment my orgasm rocked
through me, his mouth clamped down on my pussy again, his tongue
deep inside, and I came in his mouth, my juices flowing all across
his tongue—and he drank it all with relish.
“Thank you for preparing my drink for me,
Miss Gould,” he murmured. “Just the way I like it.”
I was still recovering, hanging limply
against my restraints, when he rose to his feet, and covered my
mouth with his, and I could taste my own juices on his tongue as it
reached deep into my mouth, mashing against my tongue. He was
hungry, voracious, and devoured me with such lust, I moaned in
delight.
He backed away from me, his eyes still
hungry, and slowly started removing his clothes, his eyes locked on
mine. He shrugged off his vest, then ripped off his shirt and tie,
and finally stripped down his pants and boxers, until he stood
naked before me—as naked as I was. His body was gorgeous, the work
of a master sculptor at the top of his game.
His cock was huge and rose to the sky like a
pillar of lust. And when he stepped up to me, I knew he was going
to enter me. That huge thing was going to penetrate me—disappear
into my tight cunt to the brim. I yelped as he closed the distance
between us in two bounds, and then he speared me onto his thick
hardness, shoving it into my cunt with no deliberation or warning.
One moment, he was standing before me, the next he was inside me,
filling me from cunt to womb with that long, thick girth of his,
shoving it all the way home in a single thrust.
“Aaah!” I cried, not from pain but pure
unadulterated pleasure.
For a moment, I detected worry in his face,
fear that he might be hurting me, but then he took a firm grip on
my ass cheeks, hoisted me onto his girth, and shoved even deeper
into me.
“This is your punishment, Miss Gould,” he
growled as he sank me onto his manhood until he disappeared
completely inside me. “Do you accept it?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, I do! Fuck me,
Remington. Oh, never stop fucking me!”
“Remember, Miss Gould,” he grunted. “Each
time you disappoint me, this is what you get.” And he shoved his
cock into me with such force, I was sure I was going to explode
with pure pleasure.
“Yes, punish me!” I cried. “Punish me
harder. Harder!”
His hands were wrapped firmly around my ass
cheeks, and with his powerful fingers, he spread my cunt wide,
pulled open my labia, shoving his fingers in there, along with his
cock, so he could fuck me even deeper.
“That’s it,” he groaned, as I yelped. Each
time his cock thrust up into me, he sank me down onto him with his
powerful hands, shoving home with such force, my whole body
trembled and quivered. Never before had I been fucked this hard, my
pussy being relentlessly pounded. Harder and harder he pounded
I yelped. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked my juices, and
his eyes darkened.
“You’re wet, Miss Gould,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me,
sir. Fuck me hard!”
“Not yet,” he said sternly, then suddenly
dropped down on his knees before me, and pushed his tongue into me,
just like that, shoving it in deep, the wide part splaying my pussy
lips, as his curious tip explored the walls of my soppy cunt.
I squirmed against the ropes that held me
tied up, but he’d done his job well, and I couldn’t budge an inch
against the onslaught of his tongue inside my flesh. I was fully
exposed and utterly helpless as he drove his tongue into me again
and again, and licked the most intimate part of my body.
“Oh, Remington,” I sighed. “That feels so
good.”
The moment I spoke those words, he stopped
and leaned back, his lips and chin glistening wet. Reaching up, he
grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples—smearing them with my own
juices, and suddenly I felt my climax setting in, my lower body
straining against the ropes, the globes of my ass grinding against
the rough bark of the tree, and I came. The moment my orgasm rocked
through me, his mouth clamped down on my pussy again, his tongue
deep inside, and I came in his mouth, my juices flowing all across
his tongue—and he drank it all with relish.
“Thank you for preparing my drink for me,
Miss Gould,” he murmured. “Just the way I like it.”
I was still recovering, hanging limply
against my restraints, when he rose to his feet, and covered my
mouth with his, and I could taste my own juices on his tongue as it
reached deep into my mouth, mashing against my tongue. He was
hungry, voracious, and devoured me with such lust, I moaned in
delight.
He backed away from me, his eyes still
hungry, and slowly started removing his clothes, his eyes locked on
mine. He shrugged off his vest, then ripped off his shirt and tie,
and finally stripped down his pants and boxers, until he stood
naked before me—as naked as I was. His body was gorgeous, the work
of a master sculptor at the top of his game.
His cock was huge and rose to the sky like a
pillar of lust. And when he stepped up to me, I knew he was going
to enter me. That huge thing was going to penetrate me—disappear
into my tight cunt to the brim. I yelped as he closed the distance
between us in two bounds, and then he speared me onto his thick
hardness, shoving it into my cunt with no deliberation or warning.
One moment, he was standing before me, the next he was inside me,
filling me from cunt to womb with that long, thick girth of his,
shoving it all the way home in a single thrust.
“Aaah!” I cried, not from pain but pure
unadulterated pleasure.
For a moment, I detected worry in his face,
fear that he might be hurting me, but then he took a firm grip on
my ass cheeks, hoisted me onto his girth, and shoved even deeper
into me.
“This is your punishment, Miss Gould,” he
growled as he sank me onto his manhood until he disappeared
completely inside me. “Do you accept it?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, I do! Fuck me,
Remington. Oh, never stop fucking me!”
“Remember, Miss Gould,” he grunted. “Each
time you disappoint me, this is what you get.” And he shoved his
cock into me with such force, I was sure I was going to explode
with pure pleasure.
“Yes, punish me!” I cried. “Punish me
harder. Harder!”
His hands were wrapped firmly around my ass
cheeks, and with his powerful fingers, he spread my cunt wide,
pulled open my labia, shoving his fingers in there, along with his
cock, so he could fuck me even deeper.
“That’s it,” he groaned, as I yelped. Each
time his cock thrust up into me, he sank me down onto him with his
powerful hands, shoving home with such force, my whole body
trembled and quivered. Never before had I been fucked this hard, my
pussy being relentlessly pounded. Harder and harder he pounded
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