between him and the oak encased jacuzzi. Spinning her around so her back was to him he shoved her down, barred her escape by the enraged power of his body, bent her over the edge of the tub and with a steely hold on her hip forced her to stay in place as he caressed her from her nape to her rounded tush. Possessed with the need to know the truth, that she hadn't betrayed him, he slid his penis up-and-down the divide of her buttocks before bringing the tip to stand at attention against her puckered opening. He lowered his head, his fingers digging into her skin and in a hoarse voice he implored, “Please, I'm asking for the last time, for the truth, did you allow Patrick to do this to you?”
“Yes, he repeatedly shoved his gigantic cock into me until I cried. Then I whispered his name, begging him not to stop, telling him I was glad he was the one who'd finally taught me, cherished the fact that he was always my first, the biggest and the very best I'd ever know,” she blurted out brazenly, bracing her hands on the edge of the tub.
With a wounded roar, Dylan thrust into her, knowing anguished pleasure at initial entry until his mind registered the agonized scream she tried repressing, felt too much resistance and tightness to her opening and immediately froze, under his breath severely admonishing himself for his gullibility, for acting the primeval pawn to her sophisticated Svengali. Perspiration covering his brow, fingers trembling, he released her hips to stroke her back, felt her muscles twitching and started pulling out, advising, “Don't move.”
Carolina forcefully pushed her hips back against him, craving the tearing pain. She'd wipe the memory of him bedding his whore of an ex-wife from her waking thoughts and nightmares if it killed her.
“Yes, he repeatedly shoved his gigantic cock into me until I cried. Then I whispered his name, begging him not to stop, telling him I was glad he was the one who'd finally taught me, cherished the fact that he was always my first, the biggest and the very best I'd ever know,” she blurted out brazenly, bracing her hands on the edge of the tub.
With a wounded roar, Dylan thrust into her, knowing anguished pleasure at initial entry until his mind registered the agonized scream she tried repressing, felt too much resistance and tightness to her opening and immediately froze, under his breath severely admonishing himself for his gullibility, for acting the primeval pawn to her sophisticated Svengali. Perspiration covering his brow, fingers trembling, he released her hips to stroke her back, felt her muscles twitching and started pulling out, advising, “Don't move.”
Carolina forcefully pushed her hips back against him, craving the tearing pain. She'd wipe the memory of him bedding his whore of an ex-wife from her waking thoughts and nightmares if it killed her.