Thread: Scouting Talent (incendonocturne and Jack Stalker)

Chris kept one hand on her mound, fingers stretching down to tease about the fleshy hood of Keira's clit, while his other hand kept a firm powerful grasp on her hip. His fingers dug into her flesh there, nails scratching tracks in her skin as he pounded slow but hard thrusts into her core right now. Drawing back he brought his fat cock head right to the edge of her entrance, the helm squeezed between her cunt lips as he left it there to savour the tight feel of her body, then he was back inside her, driving deep into her hot drenched cunny as though he fucking owned every inch of it, every inch which squeezed and kissed and clenched at his cock as it was driven into her with an accompanying gasp and a hiss of satisfaction, his long hard erection dominating her tiny youthful tract as it was laid claim to by his ruthless and relentless shafting of her cunny. every stroke was like he was driving his cock into an angel, every thrust like he was fucking himself into a perfect little slut who had been crafted solely for his entertainment. And they continued, unrelenting fucking as he hammered into her between the dumpsters, driving back and forth with a causal disregard for decency, intent only on the pleasure which could be extracted from her willing yielding body. His fucking was energetic, furious lust combined with precise direct thrusts which teased his cock head along the perfect lines of her vaginal tract, his groin thumping against her ass, a slapping obscenity of a sound which left no doubt as to what was happening in that alleyway, that a girl was getting herself thoroughly fucked. Disobedience again Miss Knight? Anyone would think that the dirty little slut inside you, your inner whore, wanted you to be disciplined? AUhhhh... perhaps you feel AHHHH... guilty about all your years of being a cock teasing whore, committing boys to furtive secretive acts of self abuse, to try and wipe you from their fantasies. he growled. He pulled back his cunt teasing hand to SMACK it against her ass, once twice, reddening both cheeks as he continued to drive into them, his slick cock dripping droplets of girlish fluids and his own secretions towards the ground each time he pulled out of her, slopping strings of liquid sin left to dangle and detach as his merciless fucking continued. I told you to keep a hand on your dress, but it... UUHH appears you like the feel of my hands on you. he smirked, Perhaps you don't deserve to wear that dress at all? Perhaps you need to be stripped naked. Is that what you want Miss Knight? to be stripped naked and forced to spend the rest of your time with me naked, but for your 'fuck me' heel sand stockings? If not, then you best do as you were told. he hissed. Looking down at her, his cock swelled and stiffened further as he admired those stocking clad thighs, streaked with fuck juice which was plastering them to her skin, laddered with holes which exposed her flushed flesh beneath. His pounding into her quivering palm printed ass continuing as he drove into her. Wilder and deeper, harder and faster now. His hands moving to her ass cheeks, clawing at them as he shifted to press a thumb against her anus, testing her reaction to the threat of having her impossibly tight rectum violated by the digit to enhance the sensations of his cock as it drilled into her body, awing into her tight juicy slot with a feverish enthusiasm. Do you want me to come inside you Miss Knight? Do you want me to flood out your hot tight cunt with my cum? I want to, I want to soil your insides with my hot cum... and I know that a good little P.A would want that as well. he gasped, pulling out to slap his cock against his palm prints on her ass. So deal with it. Deal with your dress. he commanded. Whether that was to strip or drag her dress back up and hold it there, he left to her to choose.