The Struggle In Richard Treloar's Work

Grinning, he spread her legs wider and shifted his body up. The tip of his cock brushed her slit as he moved, bringing forth a groan, before he slipped back down, an ice-cube held between his lips. He met her gaze, then let it fall from his mouth, slightly melted, onto her torso. "That's a good girl, beg for me." He hold of her wrists, lifted his arms above her head and kissed her lips. "Should I let you come, Elena?" Brett arched a brow, then dipped his head and kissed her neck, issuing bites, licks and nipples to her flesh, and slowly began to make his way

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.

His voice trailed off, his shame rendering his speechless. How could he explain the fear and confusion he’d felt the first time his brother had stroked his penis through his gym shorts? There were no words to articulate the titillating sensation pulsating through his groin, his body’s awakening fighting for dominance over the guilt and shame screaming inside his head. Eventually, his inner voice won the battle, and his mind took him to his happy place so he wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment. But by shutting down, he’d given Will the green light to proceed, and by the time his prepubescent mind had sorted through his conflicting emotions, he had no idea how to rebuff Will’s advances. Time moved forward, and he remained trapped in a cycle of escalating abuse, unable or unwilling to speak out in case he hurt his brother’s feelings. But all that had changed the moment Booker called him a freak, and although he hadn’t realized it at the time, the public humiliation was the wake-up call he needed to take control of his life. He had found his voice and finally said no...not that it had done him any good. His audacious rebellion had resulted in him spending two days chained to sink, and the sexual

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

He stood, breathless, with the love of his life held between his arms, and his gaze alighted on hers, the lingering taste of her lips from the kiss upon his, and his mouth curled up into a smile. A grown man, who'd been through the hell of Afghanistan, and survived it, a man who'd also survived the destruction of his marriage, a man who could kill without compunction or remorse, nor a seconds hesitation, yet here he was, as nervous as a schoolboy on his first date. And, it wasn't because of a lack of confidence in himself, or in Azairah, or that, even though he'd not made love in so long, but that he didn't want to bring back any bad memories, for her, or that he considered sex like Cole Douglas and his ilk, an act purely for the man's pleasure,

Or even when he'd handcuffed her hands behind her back so that she couldn't touch him. In all the time they had been together, Bailey loved it when he would just take her and punish her for being a bad girl. “Cal...” Bailey moaned as she listened to him moan against her lips kissing him back harder and rougher. Tightened around his lower back she rubbed herself against him once more. “Fuck, CAL.” Bailey moaned into his mouth as she felt him thrust inside of her inch by inch. Opening her mouth she looked up at him gasping. “Oh, god!” she got out as she watched him thrust all the way in and then pull out of her. It was his way of teasing her, she knew that and she enjoyed every second of it. “I've been such a bad girl. You going to teach me a lesson?” she moaned out feeling him thrust back inside of her harder and a lot rougher than

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

"You want me to stop, huh, bitch? he groaned, releasing his grip momentarily to issue another slap to her face. This one was harder, leaving the imprint of his hand on her face, the outlines of his digits fading from red to white when, frustrated, Tom Ross ceased fumbling with his belt and zipper, and instead, just ripped his pants open. His erection popped free, thick, and throbbing, with the bulbous purple head already glistening with precum, as his arm moved, the whip hissed in the air, and the leather straps struck the soft flesh of Lila Ross's inner thighs a harsh crack that even made the man wince, and for his eyes to

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

Duboius savoured the way in which the veins in the woman's neck pulsed increasingly faster against the tips of his fingers as he violated her ass, and she fought for breath. The last sensation she'd ever feel would that be of hot seed shooting into her ravaged hole, and the moment he pulled out, victorious, she'd be dead. "That's it, scream for me, bitch. Scream." His body slapped against hers, as he arched her back, and further constricted Lila's larynx under his digits until her breathing appeared to cease. Too intent was he on his mission, and the pleasure built up inside him, that Mark didn't see coming the hands that ripped him off the half-conscious woman.

All of it was consumed by his physical exertions, and with his body covering the smaller woman's, the man raped her without mercy. Eech thrust came faster, and was harder than the last as as he bent his knees, then uncurled his legs to drive his meat into her deeper. Her walls spread around him, and as he fucked her, one hand slipped from her arms to hook into the tresses as the nape of her neck. However, instead of tearing at it, as he had previously, he used his grip to shove her face-down on the sofa, so that her face was out of view, and her own sounds muffled. Tom Ross didn't want to even look at her, or hear at her, as Lila Ross was no longer a human being, simply just simply a toy with a cunt to be used for his pleasure, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of his harsh breathing, pants and groans, the slap of his balls against her thighs, and his cock brutallly slamming in and out of her

"How's that feel, slut. Going to cum for us again?" Simultaneously, as the man drove every inch of his shaft into the teen's virgin hole, Sophie Scott's legs were captured and spread by yet another stranger, who impaled her cunt with his meat. Beside her, the one whose meat she'd last sucked, stroked himself to release. His cum splattered her toned stomach, and gobs slid down her bronzed skin, as the men filling her holes alternately slammed themselves in and out of the co-ed's pussy and ass, roughly fucking her between them. Meanwhile, the remainder awaited their turn.

The pain hurried through her for just a moment before being replaced again by his caresses. It felt shocking good and was successful at making her listen to his next words. There was no hesitation as she nodded her head quickly, digging her nails in sheets a little as she restrained herself. There was always the natural urge to disobey, to take the control back but it went out like a light when the length of

"There, that's better, and after I make use of my tongue." Sitting astride her waist, the Hacker peeled off his shirt, revealing the toned, athletic torso beneath. Before the garment hit the floor, he'd covered her body with his, and mashed their lips together. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." After breaking the kiss, Richard arched a brow, daring her to deny him, then lifted Lexi's arms above her head. and trailed his lips down the Heiress' body, issuing nibbles and bites to her flesh. A wet trail glistened on her abdomen when he reached the apex of her thighs, released her arms, and wrapped his hands around her upper

Flesh smacked against flesh, with one man buried balls deep in her pussy, and the other balls-deep in her mouth and, instinctively, the attackers synchronised with each other. As the masked assailant drove into her with enough force to almost split her in half, Dubious met the upwards motion of her body, hitting Lila's tonsils with the tip of his shaft, and choking her on his cock.