“Enough,” the man croaked, and jerked my head up by the hair. I blinked in confusion. "Get on top and undress me, girl."

I obediently jumped up and climbed onto the man's hips.

“Ah…” I asked, looking pointedly at the cock. - I myself on him ... well ...

- Not. Just undress me. And lift your hips.

I began to undo the buttons of his shirt. The man's fingers slid between my legs, ran over the wet folds and found the clitoris, massaging it gently but with pressure. I barely had time to stop myself from crying out. My hands didn’t obey well and trembled, and I almost tore off one of the buttons.

"Don't hold back, little one. Scream. As you scream, so I will fuck you.

One of the fingers burst inside me, and I still screamed. The last buttons finally gave way, and I opened the man's shirt. She ran her hands over her chest muscles. He was like a rock. Hard, bumpy relief everywhere. These are not your neighbor's boys: skinny, flimsy goners. I do not know who this person worked or served before. But something tells me that, apparently, he did not always check the "goods" here.

I felt a second finger join, stretching me, and clenched my teeth, closing my eyes. It's already caused some pain. They both began to move, slowly and carefully, and with each subsequent movement inward, the pain receded a little, and between my legs I began to throb more and more painfully. I went crazy, afraid that he would stop. This will just be the end of my life, and I will stay here, wishing that someone would take me and satisfy this hunger.

- Do you like it, girl? the man asked with a grin. His fingers slipped already freely, because I was all flowing. - Will you be satisfied with them, or do you still want to feel a member in yourself?

“I want ...” I answered with a groan, dropping my head on his shoulder.

- I can not hear.

- Want! You are welcome!

- And what, I'm just as sad to crawl in you as you scream, or is it still a good fuck? What can I do with you, huh?

“Whatever,” I whimpered. - Anything!

He pulled out his fingers and put his hand on my thigh. With his other hand, he grabbed a member and ran his head along my folds, slightly pressing on the hole and almost bursting inside. I exhaled nervously. I was torn apart by twofold feelings - I was both scared and shrinking, but at the same time I wished that he was in me. To feel all this hardness. Feel like it.

And he seems to have heard my thoughts. Because the hand confidently pressed on my thigh, pointing down. I felt myself in contact with the head, I sit on it, and it slowly, stretching, enters me.

“Ahhh,” a moan escaped my lips.

- Don't stress. You'll be fine, little one.” His hoarse voice sounded like he was barely holding back his temper.

“It hurts,” I whispered tearfully.

- Not for long. You are very wet. Now you'll get used to it, and I'll fuck you well, - he said, starting to move carefully inside me.

It was so big that I directly felt how I was bursting between my legs. And, probably, every centimeter of his dignity. And the way he slid in me, touching everything that is possible, all the hidden points.

Unpleasant, burning pain began to recede. And I began to move myself, up and down.

“You are so tight, devil,” the man said through his teeth, throwing back his head and placing his other hand on my thigh.

And then he made me sink to the whole cock. I screamed, pushing my hands against his chest, and he began to move his hips, holding me in place. Fingers dug into my skin, distracting from the discomfort. And after a few movements, I felt a growing excitement.

“Harder,” I pleaded, closing my eyes and panting.

“Then lie down, little one.

He grabbed me by the hips and stood up, and then lowered me back onto the couch. The cold sheets felt like they burned my back. The man loomed over me, so huge and menacing.

I wanted to touch his muscles with my hands, but he seemed to have other plans.

“Roll over,” he ordered, “and get on your knees.

I obediently rolled over and got on all fours, although my face burned because of such a frank pose. A hand lay on her back and pressed, forcing her to bend at the waist.

— That's it, baby, great view.

Hands grabbed the ass and squeezed. I felt my cock rest against me, and the man entered in one quick and sharp movement. And he began to drive into me to the end.

Oh!

I bit my finger to control my feelings. He had me as a thing, but I couldn't help the fact that it was terribly exciting. These sharp movements, and the big dick in me pulled out moans every time, louder and louder. When I already thought that the world around me was about to explode and flare up, his hand was between my legs and began to massage the clitoris.

Everything went dark before my eyes, and I arched my back with a scream.

— Aaa!

It seems to me that I shrunk so that he simply could not slip out of me. No. I was already screaming with every thrust and I could hear the man's breathing getting faster and heavier. And he accelerated more and more pace, impaling me and driving in like I was a doll.

At some point, pleasure reached a critical point. I raked the sheet under me with my hands, sobbing, and, it seems, cumming. And he, too, made the last sharp movements with a roar, and as a member inside me shuddered.

Oh...

We lay almost motionless for a minute. I was breathing heavily, feeling weak all over my body, and he, too, exhaled noisily, leaning on his hands, hanging over me.

And then it slipped out of me and I heard the sound of a fly being zipped up. And she collapsed on her stomach. Something thick and warm dripped down her inner thigh.

“Yes, baby,” said a contented and hoarse voice, “sending you into a harem is blasphemy. Such a sweet flower should not belong to one.

And I heard receding footsteps, and then the sound of the door opening. I did not care. Even if there would be a crowd of people here now.

“This one is in The Temptation.” with my recommendations.

A moment later, a voice spoke in my ear.

“Girl, one day I will come to you. When you get a little more experienced.