Oh God… I don't want him to ever stop…!
On his knees, hunched behind her squirming body, Gaston Larreau gritted his teeth wickedly as he fucked in and out with long, hard lunges, his own heavy buttocks hollowing with every thrust. A feeling of absolute power spiraled through him as he held her hips down in total subjection to his stone-hard cock skewering relentlessly into her. She was his to do with in whatever manner he pleased and shortly he'd remind her of that… all in due time… just before her climax, when she was near ready to go out of her mind… that's when he enjoyed it the most… Presently, he could feel the soft, fleshy ridges inside her giving way before the inhuman onslaught of his pistoning shaft.
He squeezed her flesh in his brutal, pudgy hands, so that it grew up in thick ridges, small, bloodless, hillocks of her cream-like, satiny flesh embossed on her lush, round buttocks, and when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with a white bloodlessness on her skin. Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped her harder, squeezing her soft, unresisting thighs with sadistic delight, hurting her, forcing groans of pain from her tormented throat as she struggled uselessly beneath his mastery of her mind and body.
He stretched the quivering white orbs of her buttocks wide with cruel fingers, watching the pink folds of wet, glistening flesh clinging tightly around his rampaging cock. Suddenly, he levered forward on his knees, and with a loud grunt, drove his plunging shaft to the very hilt; he could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside spread before the blunt, turgid head of his prick, raising a soft, guttural sound from the depths of her throat, as though the breath had been driven from her.