T-Girl fairy tale 7

Angel felt like a powerful goddess as she forced this pathetic man to grovel at her feet and service her pleasure hungry womanhood. Within minutes she was once again close to orgasm, but she wanted to come inside his arse, something she had not been able to accomplish on that first fateful encounter with him. Angel dragged him to his feet and pushed him into the stable they had originally occupied when she tried to make love to him that first time. Now she pulled up his nightshirt to reveal his white quivering bottom. Her womanly member dripped with his saliva as she pushed it between his white cheeks. She easily found his tightly clamped sphincter, but this time it was not going to keep her out.

Angel began to push her hips forward and as she did she could feel his unwilling hole begin to open for her. He whimpered into the hay manger as she slowly and steadily pushed herself inside him. Once the initial stretching of his hole allowed the crown of the head to pass inside the rest followed more easily. She fed inch after agonizing inch into him and with each one his breathing became shallower. She felt his insides protesting her intrusion and she was pretty sure that he couldn’t take any more of her. With only about three quarters of her penis buried in him she began to pump his unwilling arse. Roland clung to the boards of the manger like a drowning man clings to drift in the water as she pummeled his aching hole.