Squirming, as if she was in some sort of frantic rage, Tanya tried to escape my grip, but I was too powerful. The futility of fighting my superior force seemed to excite her all the more. The dew-like perspiration forming on her brow was more than adequate testament to her struggle, but it was a battle she would and wanted to lose. As my erection battered the door of her moistened portal, she screamed and tried to bite my face. I lunged forward, giving it all I had, and my rigid member pushed deep into the very wet passage that Tanya had valiantly defended. Over and over, I rammed the pestle into the mortar. Over and over, Tanya gasped as the piccolo incendio made her entire body shake with pleasure. Small fires they were, mini-orgasms.

I didn’t release my hold on her wrists until I was also spent, releasing my... Read More