and forwards,
sliding up and down on Her Master’s fleshy pole whilst gobbling
down the Italian monster again, deep-throating the brute as she
fucked herself. Back and forth Emily swayed, impaling her vagina as
she freed her gullet then emptying her pussy as she stuffed her
face. The men just stood there, moaning out their pleasure, letting
Emily dish it out as best she could.
A third hard slap announced another change. Again Her Master
grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her wildly. Emily’s
pussy ignited and exploded in delight – her whole body shook with
the intensity of her pleasure. As Her Master rode her, ploughing
her cunt, Emily sucked and bobbed, manically blowing. The Italian
held her head and started to fuck as well, leaning over so he could
watch the other show, grinning as he gazed at the well stretched
shaved lips, the glistening pink petals getting dragged in and
out.
Then determined not to get over carried away in the mouth, the
Italian stallion pulled his cock out and stood there watching as
Emily got fucked good and hard, leaning further over so he could
grope her buttocks and give them the occasional slap.
Emily took the shafting on shaking legs, groaning with every
thrust from Her Master’s big plundering dick, and every smack from
the Italian’s big strong hands. It was a good honest doggy
shagging, dirty and rough, made all the better and hideously more
foreboding by the view Emily had; for as her pussy got pounded by
eight good inches, she was staring at something stunningly bigger,
gloriously hard and hungry for more sex!
Her Nemesis Master rode her and rode her hard. He and Emily
were moaning, growling and groaning. The Italian before her was
growling as well; grappling with butt cheeks, invading the spread
crack, and fingering the asshole that was to be fucked as well –
something that Her Master had not forgotten.
“Yeah, she’ll need that opening properly as well!” he cried,
chortling with delight at the fun he was having. He pulled out of
her cunt, his cock drizzling with her juices, and plunged the
lubricated phallus straight into her other hole. Emily howled
afresh as her bowels were plundered once again, this time by the
entirety of Her Master’s big shaft. But the howl of pain passed to
be replaced by whorish yells as the man set off on another
buggering of her ass.
He was straight into his stride, making the most of the ride,
knowing that favours weren’t necessarily on his side at this
particular moment. Harder and harder Emily’s Master shagged her,
slamming into the big Italian hands that held and groped her
buttocks. Soon he was groaning as he hammered the strokes home -
his pace of shafting becoming frantic as he galloped towards the
orgasmic line, taking Emily with him, her climax fast
approaching.
“Enough!” shouted out the Italian, spoiling the fun. “My turn
now! I do not want your spunk in there when I’m fucking
her.”
For a moment Emily thought Her Nemesis Master would defy the
big Latino hunk. He carried on ploughing what he had claimed as
his, but he eventually slowed down and made a few final lingering
thrusts, leaving Emily teetering in desperate need of finishing
off. Then Her Nemesis Master pulled out and made way for his guest
– both her holes now opened up and his bitch fully ripe, the
cunning brute having brought her to the perfect pitch.
Chapter 7
The Italian came round and replaced Emily’s Master at her
rear. Emily braced herself, fully expecting to be mounted straight
away and have than massive piece of meat stuffed inside her – cunt
then ass, for that’s what he had said. And by God that’s what she
needed – the bitch was in heat and desperate to be bred, desperate
for the climax that was waiting to explode having been brought to
the edge by Her Master.
Holding the position, legs astride the bench on which her
hands rested, Emily felt the enormity of Hades knob again, riding
her ass crack then spreading her pussy lips,
sliding up and down on Her Master’s fleshy pole whilst gobbling
down the Italian monster again, deep-throating the brute as she
fucked herself. Back and forth Emily swayed, impaling her vagina as
she freed her gullet then emptying her pussy as she stuffed her
face. The men just stood there, moaning out their pleasure, letting
Emily dish it out as best she could.
A third hard slap announced another change. Again Her Master
grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her wildly. Emily’s
pussy ignited and exploded in delight – her whole body shook with
the intensity of her pleasure. As Her Master rode her, ploughing
her cunt, Emily sucked and bobbed, manically blowing. The Italian
held her head and started to fuck as well, leaning over so he could
watch the other show, grinning as he gazed at the well stretched
shaved lips, the glistening pink petals getting dragged in and
out.
Then determined not to get over carried away in the mouth, the
Italian stallion pulled his cock out and stood there watching as
Emily got fucked good and hard, leaning further over so he could
grope her buttocks and give them the occasional slap.
Emily took the shafting on shaking legs, groaning with every
thrust from Her Master’s big plundering dick, and every smack from
the Italian’s big strong hands. It was a good honest doggy
shagging, dirty and rough, made all the better and hideously more
foreboding by the view Emily had; for as her pussy got pounded by
eight good inches, she was staring at something stunningly bigger,
gloriously hard and hungry for more sex!
Her Nemesis Master rode her and rode her hard. He and Emily
were moaning, growling and groaning. The Italian before her was
growling as well; grappling with butt cheeks, invading the spread
crack, and fingering the asshole that was to be fucked as well –
something that Her Master had not forgotten.
“Yeah, she’ll need that opening properly as well!” he cried,
chortling with delight at the fun he was having. He pulled out of
her cunt, his cock drizzling with her juices, and plunged the
lubricated phallus straight into her other hole. Emily howled
afresh as her bowels were plundered once again, this time by the
entirety of Her Master’s big shaft. But the howl of pain passed to
be replaced by whorish yells as the man set off on another
buggering of her ass.
He was straight into his stride, making the most of the ride,
knowing that favours weren’t necessarily on his side at this
particular moment. Harder and harder Emily’s Master shagged her,
slamming into the big Italian hands that held and groped her
buttocks. Soon he was groaning as he hammered the strokes home -
his pace of shafting becoming frantic as he galloped towards the
orgasmic line, taking Emily with him, her climax fast
approaching.
“Enough!” shouted out the Italian, spoiling the fun. “My turn
now! I do not want your spunk in there when I’m fucking
her.”
For a moment Emily thought Her Nemesis Master would defy the
big Latino hunk. He carried on ploughing what he had claimed as
his, but he eventually slowed down and made a few final lingering
thrusts, leaving Emily teetering in desperate need of finishing
off. Then Her Nemesis Master pulled out and made way for his guest
– both her holes now opened up and his bitch fully ripe, the
cunning brute having brought her to the perfect pitch.
Chapter 7
The Italian came round and replaced Emily’s Master at her
rear. Emily braced herself, fully expecting to be mounted straight
away and have than massive piece of meat stuffed inside her – cunt
then ass, for that’s what he had said. And by God that’s what she
needed – the bitch was in heat and desperate to be bred, desperate
for the climax that was waiting to explode having been brought to
the edge by Her Master.
Holding the position, legs astride the bench on which her
hands rested, Emily felt the enormity of Hades knob again, riding
her ass crack then spreading her pussy lips,
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