He rose slightly, his fingers enfolding his gleaming cum-oiled shaft. He held the tip to her crinkled, sweat slickened anus, and then pushed downward, ignoring the feeble, mewls of protest from the dazed blonde.

Amy cringed in pain as his pulsing fuck spear drove downward, shoving aside all resistance, ramming past her assmouth and sliding into her moist sucking rectum.

She whined, her hands flopping, batting uselessly against the bed. Her toes curled, her legs straightened and twitched. Manuel pressed down, impaling her, skewering her tiny asshole with his thick fuck pole.

Amy felt his cockhead going down into her, felt it's progress down the length of her ass tube, felt it hit something, something deep inside her, it hurt.

He pulled back, an inch, then two, then rammed forward again, hitting the whatever, and driving past, or through, bringing a pain like a terrible cramp to her guts.

Manuel felt his balls touch her skin, the skin around her ass mouth. His balls felt good against her sweating skin. He rested there atop her, the girl pinned like a butterfly, his long fuck spike driven deep into her guts.

His teeth fastened on her neck, and bit, his lips sucking.

He pushed himself up, drawing his tool out of her, inch by inch, then he kicked his legs aside and dropped back down, his prong slashing down the length of her anus, embedding itself in her steaming body.

Her body trembled, a groan of pain escaping her. Her asshole was afire with hurt, burning with the tight fullness of his throbbing cock.

He bit her ear, hard, making her yelp in pain. His hands pushed down, and he pulled his cock up. Now he began to stroke. Her rectum was tight, incredibly tight, slowing him, threatening to tear the skin loose from his prick as he pulled it in and out.