her plea. He looked at her strangely, throbbing to be inside of her. Bending down, he kissed her mouth again. "Hold on to me," he instructed softly.
She locked eyes with him as he gripped her behind in his hands.
Slowly with every kiss and every maneuver, he moved closer to her center. He was diverting her way from what she feared. He was trying to take her attention away from what he was about to do to her.
"This is the painful part?" she asked with signs of fear in her face. She was both excited and afraid. Locking her legs around him, she held close to his hot marble-like body.
Dmitry did not reply.
The sensation that she felt as his blunt tip rested at the door of her maiden head was unexplainable to Royal. She felt him rubbing against her, causing more excitement with every brush. The sensation caused her to breathe heavily and pull at his curly locks as he continued to kiss her lips.
Finally, when she thought that the enjoyment would never end, she felt his long wide back arch and pull away. Then there was a monstrous rush into her body, and the completion of the powerful surge that knocked over her weakened temple like an army pushing against a weak front.
Her mouth opened, but he quickly covered it with another kiss. She gasped, winced, screamed. He pulled back again and pushed deeper into her, this time allowing her mouth to be free as she screamed.
"Oh my God!" Dmitry exclaimed in a strained and unrecognizable voice.
It did hurt. It was a painful, painful sharp stabbing of her body that paralyzed her and shocked her senses.
"Dmitry!" she exclaimed, looking at him with her eyes full of fear.
"I know, love, but I have to complete it," he said pushing all the way down into her body with a third, slow erotic surge.
"Complete, what?" she panted, pulling the hair from her face and holding on to him tightly.
"The covenant," he moaned, kissing her again, feeling himself in very bottom of her love. He pulled back and made slow advances that recoiled the pain into some strange and indescribable pressure.
She pulled at the sheets as he made her his, unable to run from the sheer magnitude of his 270 lbs force.
In her own pain, she did not realize how reverse the spectrum was for him. He fought the pleasure of her unspoiled body with fierce intensity. With every stroke he longed to end his battle. Instead, he had to stay and make sure that she was completely pleased, a task that caused his entire body to tremble as he tried to concentrate on not concentrating on her beautiful body, amidst her sexy screams and the constant fact that he was so deep inside of her.
She held on to his massive back as he pushed deep inside of her, leaving a trail of blood on the sheets. Her nails dug into his tanned back and left welts and marks of a battered lover, but Dmitry ignored the pain or welcomed it. She could not believe the throbbing pleasure all wrapped in one large stroke.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as he destroyed what she was to build what she would be. Realizing that she the old Royal no more, she was suddenly afraid. Dmitry recognized the strange bewilderment in her face and bent down to kiss her gently, carefully rocking her body.
"It's better now, baby?" he asked, moving slowly.
"Yes," she said breathless. "So much better."
She moved along with him, her body spread to its capacity as his body shadowing over her. The pain had left her now, and there was a new feeling. Something that she quite enjoyed. It caused her body to shake and shiver, clamor in his hands like clay.
He adjusted her long body slightly under his strong grip, moving her to a position where she could only feel the pleasure of his strokes. A sensual moan escaped her lips. Where had he learned to do that? She thought as she floated beside
She locked eyes with him as he gripped her behind in his hands.
Slowly with every kiss and every maneuver, he moved closer to her center. He was diverting her way from what she feared. He was trying to take her attention away from what he was about to do to her.
"This is the painful part?" she asked with signs of fear in her face. She was both excited and afraid. Locking her legs around him, she held close to his hot marble-like body.
Dmitry did not reply.
The sensation that she felt as his blunt tip rested at the door of her maiden head was unexplainable to Royal. She felt him rubbing against her, causing more excitement with every brush. The sensation caused her to breathe heavily and pull at his curly locks as he continued to kiss her lips.
Finally, when she thought that the enjoyment would never end, she felt his long wide back arch and pull away. Then there was a monstrous rush into her body, and the completion of the powerful surge that knocked over her weakened temple like an army pushing against a weak front.
Her mouth opened, but he quickly covered it with another kiss. She gasped, winced, screamed. He pulled back again and pushed deeper into her, this time allowing her mouth to be free as she screamed.
"Oh my God!" Dmitry exclaimed in a strained and unrecognizable voice.
It did hurt. It was a painful, painful sharp stabbing of her body that paralyzed her and shocked her senses.
"Dmitry!" she exclaimed, looking at him with her eyes full of fear.
"I know, love, but I have to complete it," he said pushing all the way down into her body with a third, slow erotic surge.
"Complete, what?" she panted, pulling the hair from her face and holding on to him tightly.
"The covenant," he moaned, kissing her again, feeling himself in very bottom of her love. He pulled back and made slow advances that recoiled the pain into some strange and indescribable pressure.
She pulled at the sheets as he made her his, unable to run from the sheer magnitude of his 270 lbs force.
In her own pain, she did not realize how reverse the spectrum was for him. He fought the pleasure of her unspoiled body with fierce intensity. With every stroke he longed to end his battle. Instead, he had to stay and make sure that she was completely pleased, a task that caused his entire body to tremble as he tried to concentrate on not concentrating on her beautiful body, amidst her sexy screams and the constant fact that he was so deep inside of her.
She held on to his massive back as he pushed deep inside of her, leaving a trail of blood on the sheets. Her nails dug into his tanned back and left welts and marks of a battered lover, but Dmitry ignored the pain or welcomed it. She could not believe the throbbing pleasure all wrapped in one large stroke.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as he destroyed what she was to build what she would be. Realizing that she the old Royal no more, she was suddenly afraid. Dmitry recognized the strange bewilderment in her face and bent down to kiss her gently, carefully rocking her body.
"It's better now, baby?" he asked, moving slowly.
"Yes," she said breathless. "So much better."
She moved along with him, her body spread to its capacity as his body shadowing over her. The pain had left her now, and there was a new feeling. Something that she quite enjoyed. It caused her body to shake and shiver, clamor in his hands like clay.
He adjusted her long body slightly under his strong grip, moving her to a position where she could only feel the pleasure of his strokes. A sensual moan escaped her lips. Where had he learned to do that? She thought as she floated beside
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