free. Hard and dripping with pre-cum, it looked almost threatening as the veins popped and pulsed.
“And now, I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
With that declaration, he pushed himself into her in one hard thrust. He was so big that her tight pussy was stretched with each violent thrust. Utterly at his mercy, Gianna took him as his cock hit pleasurably against her inner walls.
“You. Are. So. Beautiful.” He grunted as he pounded inside of her. His fingers sought out her sensitive clit and rubbed her to yet another earth-shattering orgasm. As she screamed in pleasure, Anthony leaned over and kissed her deeply. Her tongue hungrily explored his mouth as his motions got increasingly frantic. Chasing his climax, he grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard as he pounded into her with an almost unbearable force. Deep in her mind, Gianna knew she would feel all sore in the morning, but at the moment, she clenched her muscles around his cock, welcoming his every thrust.
“Oh my God, Gianna, yes. Yes, yes, YES!”
Anthony bit her neck savagely and she felt him erupt deep inside her. She felt a deep rapture as her insides clenched around his cock, milking him as she felt his hot seed entering her in spurts.
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Releasing her from her restraints, Anthony gathered a very sleepy Gianna in his arms and carried her to the tub. Keeping her head above the water, he gently washed the honey off her skin, taking care to pat gently at her freshly pruned area. She mumbled incoherently, resting her head heavily against his shoulder.
Once satisfied that she was clean, he lifted her out of the tub and dried her carefully. She giggled as he wiped the towel over her feet. “That tickles,” she laughed cutely, her eyes barely open. Anthony marveled at the guileless expression on her face. In her tiredness, Gianna’s natural self-defense mechanism was off, allowing him to see the soft innocence beneath.
He planted a soft kiss on her head as he scooped her up and then laid her carefully on the bed before going to fetch his pot of arnica cream. When he returned, he found her curled up into a ball and snuggled against the pillow.
“I’ll sleep now,” she mumbled into the fabric.
Anthony was exasperated and chuckled against himself. After some coaxing, he finally got her to turn around and gently applied the cream to her pelvis and buttocks. As he was tucking her in, she whispered.
“I like you this way.”
Surprised, he turned to her. In her exhaustion, she was revealing things that he knew she normally wouldn’t and he strained to listen.
“What way, sweetheart?”
“You’re tender.”
“Tender?”
Gianna nodded, her eyes closed as she stifled a yawn. “I don’t feel dirty.” And with that, she fell asleep, leaving Anthony to make sense of that.
Chapter 8
“Catch me if you can, old man!”
Gianna called back over her shoulder, laughing as her windswept hair flew over her face. Leaning forward, she urged her horse on as she dug her ankles into the animal’s side. “Come on, Jenny,” she whispered to her piebald filly. “Let’s lose ’ em!”
Whinnying, Jenny tossed her head as she picked up the pace. Gianna whooped as she left Anthony’s disgruntled calls trailing behind her. They gracefully flew over the prairie and as always, Gianna felt the exhilaration build up in her as she gazed upon the open sky. The sun was setting in the distance, casting a red glow on the horizon. As they neared the stream, Gianna pulled on the reins, slowing the horse to a trot.
“Whoa, girl,” she murmured as the horse came to a stop. She lightly leapt off the saddle and passed Jenny a lump of sugar. The filly nuzzled against her as she gobbled it up. Gianna stroked the gentle horse and planted a light kiss on her snout.
Scanning the horizon, she saw the silhouette of Anthony and his horse in the distance and grinned. “We showed them, slowpokes!” she called triumphantly to Jenny.
Lying down on the soft
“And now, I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
With that declaration, he pushed himself into her in one hard thrust. He was so big that her tight pussy was stretched with each violent thrust. Utterly at his mercy, Gianna took him as his cock hit pleasurably against her inner walls.
“You. Are. So. Beautiful.” He grunted as he pounded inside of her. His fingers sought out her sensitive clit and rubbed her to yet another earth-shattering orgasm. As she screamed in pleasure, Anthony leaned over and kissed her deeply. Her tongue hungrily explored his mouth as his motions got increasingly frantic. Chasing his climax, he grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard as he pounded into her with an almost unbearable force. Deep in her mind, Gianna knew she would feel all sore in the morning, but at the moment, she clenched her muscles around his cock, welcoming his every thrust.
“Oh my God, Gianna, yes. Yes, yes, YES!”
Anthony bit her neck savagely and she felt him erupt deep inside her. She felt a deep rapture as her insides clenched around his cock, milking him as she felt his hot seed entering her in spurts.
++++++++
Releasing her from her restraints, Anthony gathered a very sleepy Gianna in his arms and carried her to the tub. Keeping her head above the water, he gently washed the honey off her skin, taking care to pat gently at her freshly pruned area. She mumbled incoherently, resting her head heavily against his shoulder.
Once satisfied that she was clean, he lifted her out of the tub and dried her carefully. She giggled as he wiped the towel over her feet. “That tickles,” she laughed cutely, her eyes barely open. Anthony marveled at the guileless expression on her face. In her tiredness, Gianna’s natural self-defense mechanism was off, allowing him to see the soft innocence beneath.
He planted a soft kiss on her head as he scooped her up and then laid her carefully on the bed before going to fetch his pot of arnica cream. When he returned, he found her curled up into a ball and snuggled against the pillow.
“I’ll sleep now,” she mumbled into the fabric.
Anthony was exasperated and chuckled against himself. After some coaxing, he finally got her to turn around and gently applied the cream to her pelvis and buttocks. As he was tucking her in, she whispered.
“I like you this way.”
Surprised, he turned to her. In her exhaustion, she was revealing things that he knew she normally wouldn’t and he strained to listen.
“What way, sweetheart?”
“You’re tender.”
“Tender?”
Gianna nodded, her eyes closed as she stifled a yawn. “I don’t feel dirty.” And with that, she fell asleep, leaving Anthony to make sense of that.
Chapter 8
“Catch me if you can, old man!”
Gianna called back over her shoulder, laughing as her windswept hair flew over her face. Leaning forward, she urged her horse on as she dug her ankles into the animal’s side. “Come on, Jenny,” she whispered to her piebald filly. “Let’s lose ’ em!”
Whinnying, Jenny tossed her head as she picked up the pace. Gianna whooped as she left Anthony’s disgruntled calls trailing behind her. They gracefully flew over the prairie and as always, Gianna felt the exhilaration build up in her as she gazed upon the open sky. The sun was setting in the distance, casting a red glow on the horizon. As they neared the stream, Gianna pulled on the reins, slowing the horse to a trot.
“Whoa, girl,” she murmured as the horse came to a stop. She lightly leapt off the saddle and passed Jenny a lump of sugar. The filly nuzzled against her as she gobbled it up. Gianna stroked the gentle horse and planted a light kiss on her snout.
Scanning the horizon, she saw the silhouette of Anthony and his horse in the distance and grinned. “We showed them, slowpokes!” she called triumphantly to Jenny.
Lying down on the soft
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