Thread: We Meet Again (AndNich123 & Adam)

Her acting skill is approving, James thought as her loud moans became more and more lust filled than pain filled, sounding like if she was genuinely trying to excite and encourage him rather than just playing the well known role of the horny but soulless porn star. Then he felt something wet running down the plastic shaft of his improvised phallus. Was she that wet? When he looked down he realized that she was bleeding from her pussy as well - the rather sharp edge of his stick must have ruptured something in there. But indeed her pushed apart pussy lips were glistering with juices, there was no question about that. She must be sick to like this, he thought, doing his best not to think about what he must be to put her through it no matter if she liked it or not. Her response to his demand that she would verbally humiliate herself was very disappointing. The unimaginative bitch was just repeating back exactly what he told her like a brain dead parrot. Even though he had started to enjoy her moans and desperate screams - they were what had egged him on to fuck her ass faster, to ram her pussy harder - he knew he had to silence her. A rule is a rule, and the whore needed discipline more than anything else, except perhaps some lube and a condom. I give you so much pleasure your voice is trembling, and what do I get in return? Nothing. Fuck you bitch, you just lost your right to breath. With a splash that soaked both his shirt and the walls he pushed her head down until she was bending double over the thin edge of the tub, her head banged to the bottom. He closed his eyes and let the pleasurable chocks her spasming ass was sending through his body via his cock fill up his conscience, blocking out all other thoughts and emotions. The world disappeared into darkness around him, all that was left was the relaxing feeling of total relief. He pushed his cock balls deep into her ass one last time, keeping it there and howling to the ceiling like a wolf to the moon as he filled her rectum with shoot after shot of thick sperm. All the energy that was released from his body had to go somewhere, so he used it in the only way he could by ramming the toilet brush even harder into her cunt. It was sinking so deep into her body, deeper than he would have thought would be anatomically possible, and inside her something seemed to be cramping onto it because he had to use his full strength just to be able to pull it out, not to mention to force it in again. Faster than ever he pounded her during his ejaculation, and then he let the wet brush fall to the floor as an exhausting feeling of consummation washed over him. When he pulled his still hard dick out of her ass, it was like he pulling a plug out of the sink - rivers of cum reddened by blood flowed down the inside of her already wet legs. But he was not done with her yet. No. In a swirling motion he swung her legs up over the edge of the tub with his arm, dumping her whole body into the water like a bag of trash into a container. Letting go of her hair, he spun her around so she had her face up, and then pinned her down by putting a fat hand on her throat. Some of the roses became trapped between her back tied arms and the bottom of the tub, their thorns piercing her skin and decorating it with curved lines or blood red dots. Most of the foam had dissipated by now, so he could see her face under the water, even though distorted by the sloshing water. He stared down at her, the stern expression on his face and the coldness in his eyes giving worrying hints of his intentions with keeping her down under the surface. Without a word he stuck his other hand down into the water. It quickly found its way in between her legs, and a second later his thumb was ruthlessly rubbing her clit again while three fingers dived into her pussy. There were nothing erotic or teasing with his treatment of her love hole, he was simply brutally stimulating it for maximum effect without the romantic playfulness of a lover. His intense finger fuck was more like the work of a machine than a man. Not for a second did he brake eye contact with her. He wanted to see her anguish as he filled her body with pleasure while he slowly depleted it's oxygen. He wondered if she would orgasm or black out first, but in the end that would matter because he had no intention of letting her up before her eyelids closed over those pretty blue eyes.