Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

She moved her lovely, slender digits up and down along the pounding tool, pinching and tugging on his flesh in a familiar fashion. He moaned and shuddered under her caress, feeling the boiling come churning in his balls, wildly, now.

"Come on, come on, work on it, scum," he snarled, pulling on her hair, cruelly. "I need to mouth fuck you, bitch, mouth fuck you, good!"

"Ohh, God, Dash, don't be this way," she moaned, shuddering as a spasm of pain and despair raced through her. "Don't treat me like this, darling!"

Viciously he slapped her across the cheek, now, the blow stinging her into tears, the pain simmering in her cheek long after his hand had left her tender flesh. "Shut up and start licking, bitch," he growled. "Get your lips and tongue on my prick!"

She sobbed, bowing her head submissively, now, pressing the soft, pliant petals of her mouth to his hard, hot meat. She felt him shivering uncontrollably as she ran the tip of her precious spear over the surface of his quaking helmet.

She could smell the manly odor rising from his loins, and it tingled in her nostrils with a delightful scent that she could not deny. She loved how he smelled in passion, and she tried, desperately, to ignore the fact that he was forcing her to do this now.

Why did he have to be so brutal with her, she wondered, as she rode her lovely, stabbing tongue along the length of his prong. Why did he have to beat her and force her to do this?

She nibbled frantically at his cock, now, taking swift, tiny bites of his hot, moist prong as she neared the root of his quaking weapon. Dashiell Talbot moaned thickly, bucking in spasms of delight, as his wife licked and lathered the base of his shaft, hungrily, then.

His balls were pounding feverishly, now and he moaned wildly, pushing her head tightly against his groin. "My balls, you bitch, get to my balls," he moaned. "Come on, come on, suck my balls, now!"

She felt the thick, hot tightness of his sack pounding against her lips and she opened her mouth, then, to accept the taut container inside. Her husband groaned as he felt his wife's lips locking around his flesh, her teeth digging into the meat of his bag as she began to suck on his trapped stones.

She flicked her tongue at his imprisoned balls, now, rolling them back and forth in her mouth, wildly, lashing at the pounding nuts with increasing passion. She tossed the aching balls back and forth against her moist, warm cheeks, and sucked hungrily on them as he rocked her head from left to right between his hands.

"Yeah, baby, yeah, bitch, that's it," he groaned thickly. "Suck good, bitch, suck my balls real good!"

Sobbing, she blew warm currents of air across his flesh and made soft, quiet sounds in her throat. The vibrations they made sent trembling waves of pleasure racing through Dashiell's loins and his legs felt weak with the surging desire pumping through his loins, now.

He rocked back and forth on his heels, moaning as his wife's head moved back and forth against his balls. The throbbing wanting was raging in his flesh now, and come seemed to boil furiously in his tight, aching bag.

Her hand continued to knead and caress his cock while, she sucked on his balls. He felt her fingers, slender and exquisite in texture, racing up and down along his tool, digging the sculptured nails into his flesh as they traveled across his aching manhood. He jerked spasmodically again and again, his prick pounding so badly that it hurt, now.

"Ohh, Jesus, yes, that's it," he groaned, puffing on her hair, anxiously now. "Come on, the prick, get to the prick, damn it!"

Maggie was so intent on pleasing him, both out of fear for his shocking violence and a rich desire borne out of love for him, that she barely understood what he was saying to her, then.

She felt him pulling on her hair, wildly and she gasped as he yanked her head from his balls, pulling her mouth up to the hard, quaking weapon she was holding in her hand. The huge, hot prick crashed against her cheek and she shuddered with the fiery heat she felt burning in the pounding shaft.

"Come on, bitch, suck me now," he, moaned, thrusting his cock against her lips, now. "I need it, baby, need it, now!"

"Yes, ohh, yes, I want to," she sobbed, her mouth opening eagerly to accept the hard, probing shaft. "Ummm, let me suck you, darling, let me suck you hard!"

She relaxed her throat muscles willingly, now, allowing his hard, throbbing weapon to slither effortlessly into her throat. She gagged once and then settled down, feeling the awesome thrill of his prick burying itself in the depths of her warm, most tunnel. Her silken inner walls locked hard around the buried prong, and her lips fastened against the root of his shaft, greedily.

"Ahh, yeah, suck me good, Maggie, make me come," Dashiell Talbot moaned, his voice tortured with lust and despair at what he was doing to his wife. "I've got to come in your mouth, baby, come in your mouth, hard!"

Eagerly, now, the young woman began to ride his shaft in and out of the moist, velvet passage of her throat. She flexed her throat muscles against the plunging shaft, sucking as hard as she could at the same time.

Her husband trembled on his heels, shuddering and moaning as his prick raced back and forth along its chosen path. He felt his wife bearing down on his rod, lathering it with her tongue, and the waves of uncontrollable desire swept through his loins with more power and force than he could have imagined.

It felt as if his whole body was centered in his loins now, as if his flesh had compressed into the tight, hot and burning area that was his balls and cock. Maggie bobbed her head back and forth in a frenzy, now, sucking and licking his plunging tool with savage and hungry passion.

Dashiell groaned as the bubbling, come churned more violently in his bag and the aching need of release surged in the pit of his balls. He thrust forward savagely, burying his prick to the hilt in her mouth once more. "Jesus, that's good, bitch," he moaned thickly, his voice as taut as a drawn bow. "God, I'm going to come, going to come in your mouth so fucking good!"

Maggie moved her lovely lips and perfect teeth back and forth along the prick wildly, now. She could feel it swelling powerfully in her mouth, growing bigger and bigger with every stroke she took. She knew that he would be climaxing at almost any moment and she bore down, on the rod now, eager to taste the fluid of his passion on her tongue as soon as possible.

Suddenly her husband groaned loudly and thrust against her lips, in a shuddering, uncontrollable spasm of relief. He gasped and sobbed, the hot, steaming come spurting from his weapon and filling his wife's mouth to overflowing.

Maggie gulped and swallowed frantically, tasting the, oily bitterness of her husband's seed on her tongue. She felt the hot, smooth spear pumping the fluid into her mouth, and she drank hungrily from the bursting prong as he emptied his loins in her willing throat.

He groaned thickly, as the frantic spasms began to subside in his groin. The last of his aching tremors tore through him, then and he pushed her away, brutally, with a savage mixture of disgust and loathing.

He turned from the young woman who had slipped to the floor, and was now crying softly, and headed for the bathroom once more. He tried to appear angry and uncaring, for deep in Dashiell Talbot's heart was a fierce and agonized despair.

He had come back, all right, come back to a house filled with memory and pain, back to a place of savage violence and lust. Try as he might, he knew he could not escape his destiny here, the forces were too strong, and already he had given into them.

Maggie watched him walk away, the taste of him still on her tongue, the pain of his blows tingling in her sore, battered flesh. She watched him slam the door behind him and she gasped in painful shock and confusion.