'Don't, Greyven, I'm so hard ...'
Anastasia looked at him, wailing and crying.
'Good girl, you'll be begging for it later.'
Greyven raised an eyebrow and pushed up and stabbed, plunging his huge rod inside.
Because of the orgasm she had just had, her flower pussy was tightening up so much right now that he couldn't go any deeper after he only got halfway in.
The man frowned, watching her raise her head in pain, his narrow eyes, flashing a touch of evil.
He once again used all his strength, ruthlessly thrusting his firm rod in.
'Ah ...!'
Anastasia's exuberant scream, wrapped in a hint of pain, spread throughout the lounge, and a lewd smell spread through the air.
Her narrow pussy wrapped tightly around the man's rod on top of her, stimulating his sensitive nerves.
Greyven pinched her slender waist and rhythmised it hard.
Anastasia contracted her body, as if somewhat repulsed by his entry.
