"I don't think that will be a problem," he grunted, and as soon as he said it, his prick pulled from her sex, which was finally becoming attuned to his brutal rape, and plunged into her ass, without mercy.

Tearlag screamed again. Calum was ravaging her ass, already stinging from his savage whipping; many blows of which had tormented the very hole he was now tearing into.

"Master," she screamed, "please stop! You're killing me!"

"Just a few more strokes," he panted, thrusting like a dog in a bitch in heat. "There. There. Oh God! I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming."

Tearlag felt him stiffen and his prick swelled in her...