1. Chace McCartson - Part VII


    Date: 11/18/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy Authoritarian, BDSM Bondage and restriction Extreme, Hardcore Male/Teen Female Rape Stockholm Syndrome, Torture, Young Author: A2O, Source: sexstories.com

    ... took her time and I encouraged her. "C'mon, spare yourself from another beating..." "I u-understand, Master." Candy said trying to not fall in another desperate cry, trying to keep composure. I loved that. She never ceased to look me in the eyes, never. It was anger, and a good dose of fear, what I saw there and I was glad. It would be entertaining, for sure. She was a completely different game to play. I took a deep breath, rejoicing on the view. I spend a good time looking at her, at her absolutely gorgeous slender body, skinny but round and full in every single interesting spot. Her breasts and her wide hips pronounced from her figure, like she was hand-made by an artist. And she had that thigh gap, that space between her thighs where her beautiful pussy stood out, I loved that. Holy fuck, I would have so much fun with this girl... "Candy, I want you to bend your knees and spread your legs." Shivering. It was a non word conversation. Our eyes fixed in each other. It was easy to see that she was pondering: That beautiful creature had two paths, one ended in shame and abuse. The other ended in pain and abuse. I looked eagerly at her and I saw when it clicked, when she undid her crying face and, with her trembling lips and afraid, expectant eyes, she complied. Her perfect, toned and skinny legs opened up by itself. The girl trembled so much that it was absolutely marvelous to watch. "Good girl" I said while crawling into position, over her and between her legs. By that ...
    ... moment I couldn't contain myself anymore. I undid my zipper and freed my dick. Her legs shuddered when I took her by the waist and the way she winced when I pushed myself in, all the way in, in a single thrust, almost made me come. "Ugh! Uuuuugh!" She groaned while looking at me, tears rolling down her beautiful face, but she didn't deviate her look, she didn't close her eyes, she didn't cry out in despair. She gritted her teeth and kept this way while I gained speed, in and out of my new plaything. As I expected, the sweet tone of her voice was made for this, for moaning. "Ahh! Augh!" I could last a life only hearing her gasps and her groans, reacting to every single thrust. She was tight, not as tight as Erika, but surprisingly tight for a girl who should be having sex for some time now. I alternated speed, while bending a little more over her so I could examine her face closely. Her brows arched in a grimace, her eyes half closed while she endured my actions, filled with tears. I watched to everything, her every reaction, every time I slowed down and when I increased pace, humping her fiercely, roughly. When the pace was slow she took her time to breathe and I noticed that it was her thing. The more paused, steady, my pace was, harder for her to contain her moaning when I came in, forcing forward. The position was perfect to push against her clitoris and it was priceless to make that girl moan and gasp against her will, even if she were looking so angrily at me. It was so ...
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