The Relationship of Blackmailing

cramming his bigness back into the sheathing envelope of desire. She grunted
again, as his heavy impact forced the air from her lungs in a startled "Hooufff!"
But this is the way she wanted it. Hard and rough! Again the straining
hugeness of his sexual pole jerked curtly back. She felt her clinging choot follow
its rapid retreat, flowing wetly around his lund's circumference. Downward his
hips plunged again, grinding into her, as he shafted the ponderous root of flesh
back up into her belly. The tight channel of her choot stretched back before the
invading arrow-shaped tip of his lund. The walls of her vagina closed around
his swollen mass, squeezing tautly. His breath was hard and fast, like the sound
of a rutting animal, as he pumped in and out of her wet, pink choot.

The bestial manner of his assault only heightened the avid need she had for
him, this blackmailer, this bastard, this new lover, and her father-in-law.
Despite the heaviness of his weight, she worked her hips in the same rigorous
tempo of his Amir hammering strokes. Up and down, she hunched, arching her
back to meet each slamming thrust of his thick hard lund, and then dropping
her ass to the bed as he jerked out. His hands were moving on her. She could
feel them through the lust-haze cloud that suffused through her body. They
were moving downward, from her hips, caressing her thighs. Now, they were
sliding behind her knees. Abruptly, her legs were whipped upward and pushed
toward her chest, his arms holding them there! The juice-filled furrow of her
desire opened to him in an increased angle of entry. His still ramming prick
lunged forward, spearing into the innermost depths of her choot. She groaned
and writhed, her hips no longer able to move. Deep, thick and gorged, his
inflexible length of lund skewered her body. "Ahhhaggghhh!" she accepted the
deep-rooted impact of his sex. Brutally, almost in a punishing fashion, his hips
rose and fell. He slammed into her.