Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

The girl was staring to beg, quite pathetically, and truthfully it only served to get Anton even more riled up. He was already greatly erect within her and the urging only convinced him to be even more rigorous in his pursuits. Which meant for Olivia that any consideration for her well-being was about to be thrown out the window. He could see the reactions in her face from the way he looked down upon her from above, seeing the way she convulsed with every new stroke of his cock. Despite the struggle in her face, there was a great deal of stubbornness in her eyes and it was a stubbornness he needed to be rid of as soon as possible. Squeezing his hips inwards against her body, he readjusted her grip on her hair, yanking her body back against his advancing hips as he began to buckle them faster and harder into her. Olivia's silence was finally broken as he impaled her rear upon his thick member. The room had been silent up until now, filled with only the sounds of their flesh smacking into one another and the un-rthymic patterns of their exerted breathing. Now a low moan escaped from his captive's lips, a sign of her eventual breaking. Anton's eyes shot wide with delight and he smacked her ass twice, causing the miniscule amount of flesh to jiggle. That's the spirit, my little pet. Keep it up and be a little louder. It's becoming enjoyable, is it not? I know the volume is in you, we just have to bring it out! He finished with a maniacal laugh, giving her rear one last slap before resuming his exertion. He slowed his rate down, but only to increase the intensity of his thrusting into her. His pelvis region smacked painfully into her rear, battering them a bright red. His orgasm was building and Anton could sense it bubbling in the depth of his abdomen and he curiously wandered if Olivia would be feeling the same way. He doubted she would experience an orgasm, but there was always opportunity to induce them within her at a later point. He was ploughing at a rigorous rate now, setting the standard for all future fucks that they might have. Fast, tiring, and straining on the body, he spared little effort in rocking his hips back and forth at a high rate. Her dry warmth soon began to engulf his cock more fully, urging him to release his offerings and he happily compiled. Pushing it deep, Anton tugged her hair back further so that her back literally arched towards him as he groaned and winced with the pleasure of climax. His hot seed shot out within her, coating her innards in its thick embrace and then some. Giving a short chuckle of satisfaction, Anton withdrew from Olivia with a wet noise and fell back onto his elbows and rear. Her once pristine and milky flesh was now redden beyond recognitions, just the way he liked it. As quickly rose to his feet and dusted his lower legs off, before turning to dress himself. You did well for your first time. Plenty of room for improvement, but well enough. Enjoy a short rest. We'll begin the alterations to your body soon. And don't fret my dear, for there will be plenty more sessions of us to get to know one another. He finished dressing now, shrugging his arms through his sleeves and giving his shoulders a roll. He glanced over Olivia once before picking up the whip that lay near his feet. Thank me for what I just did. He said slowly, beginning to uncoil the whip should she disagree.