Sergey approached Natasha from the front, took her face in her strong and large palms, lifted and looked into wet gray eyes. There was no fear in them, but passion and interest. The face of the werewolf himself retained the expression of a distant reverie, but his eyes were tentatively noticed by the slightest changes in Natasha.

He loosened the clasp on the gag, pulled and pulled out a rubber ball from the girl's mouth. She moved her mouth shut, swallowed and had already gathered to respond to her "offender", but he did not let that happen. He slid the handle of a thick leather whip into her teeth.

- Hold on. Drop - punish. - the girl obediently squeezed the lash with her teeth and smiled faintly, but Sergei did not see this, he also easily moved to the other side of the fence and disappeared from her sight.

Natasha felt with her back and with her own mind the heat of an excited male body. Sergey approached her and pressed his naked torso to the back of the girl. He embraced, picked up elastic breasts, tightly squeezed. Despite the large palms, Natasha's chest could not fit in them. Twisted and pulled swollen protruding nipples. The pain of a needle pierced the vampiress and she hissed harder, clenching her teeth with a whip. Hands went down on the stomach, on the sides. One hand slipped on its back and immediately a juicy slap fell on the left buttock, and right then the right one got its share, and again one by one and the other, and again and again and again. Under the skin of the rounded priests, the girls settled thousands of small prickly and burning sparks. The skin glowed inside and flamed outside.

Natasha's excitement made her lower abdomen, she was ready to shout "Take me, come in faster!", But there was an order to keep the whip. She squinted back and waited.

Sergey came up from behind, held his excited, tearing member into the wet swollen lips, feeling the heat of her body and smoothly entered into it until it stops. Natasha screamed and arched. Sergey rolled back and again abruptly entered all the way, so that the girl groaned, closed her eyes and clenched her fists. Another same movement, and more. Strong pushes of a werewolf shook Natasha’s whole body. She moaned, frowned, her body arched with every thrust. Even more, time and consciousness began to swim in her, the wave of pleasure grew like a tsunami and finally covered her head. Millions of multi-colored lanterns exploded and blinded in my head, my hearing was filled with a multitude of indistinguishable sounds and the body jerked convulsively and involuntarily shrunk, unable to resist the strongest orgasm. Scourge fell out of his mouth. Natasha briefly, jerking breathing, slowly recovering.

Sergei was also breathing heavily behind her. He stood with his eyes closed and holding the rails of the fence. On his sweaty face there was a slight contented smile. Thick drops of sperm ran down the back of the girl.

- How are you, my girl? - he threw a strand of hair from her face and looked into her eyes. There was so much care and tenderness in his voice and look that Natasha immediately reached out to him.

- Good.

- "Well, my lord." You must say, "Well, my lord."

- Well, my lord, - Natasha looked at him with a challenge.

“That's right,” Sergey’s face remained equally friendly and sympathetic. “But you dropped my whip.” You must be punished.

- I'm not on purpose. Sorry. This is an accident.

- "Forgive, my Lord"! - Sergey has rigidly corrected. - And only so! Do you have to repeat everything twice? - and slapped her sonorous slap and immediately another one.

Her cheeks flared and tears spilled from her eyes. Natasha, by the edge of consciousness, noted that there was almost no pain, it was rather simply hot.

- Every disobedience is punished. You dropped the whip and you will be punished. - he was again behind her and she could not see him. - Are you ready?

- Yes. She said quietly, and immediately recovered. - Yes my Lord.

He parted her buttocks and began to slowly insert into the anus plag. Natasha oyknula, she clearly was not ready for such a turn.Her sphincter tried to resist, but a richly oiled cone slowly penetrated inside. A few more seconds and he shrank to the narrow side. Natasha stopped, concentrating on the new sensations and again missed Sergei's movements.

He got down on one knee before her, his face was level with hers. For a few long moments, they looked into each other's eyes. Natasha sought in them anger, deceit, the delight of her helplessness, but could not find it. On his face almost nothing reflected. Disheveled hair fell on a sweaty forehead, on the lips a barely perceptible smile. But the eyes, in them was tenderness and care, such eyes happen to a loving man enjoying his beloved's dream. His eyes enveloped, swaddled, immersed in a warm carefree relaxation, led away, deprived the will and feelings of his own body. Natasha rushed into this pool, giving all that she had, and the body, and the will, and would give the soul, he asked her about it.

- That's not all. - said Sergey in a whisper and smiled. - You have not yet felt all the tastes of pain and passion.

Gently and gently, he removed the fallen strands of hair from her face, stroked her cheek. He leaned down and greedily kissed her on the lips. Natasha responded to his kiss, stretched her lips trying to hold him, but did not have time. Sergey got up, put his fingers into the shock of her blue-black hair and jerked his head back. In surprise, the girl screamed and immediately fell silent. Her mouth was plugged by the big red head of his penis.

She only had time to take a breath, as a member of the movement began. Sergey firmly held his head by his hair not allowing him to go down and with each movement he thrust his penis deeper and deeper into the throat. Tears poured from Natasha's eyes, washing away the rest of the mascara from her eyelashes. Breathing intercepted gagging. At one moment, Sergey tilted her head back harder and pressed her body tightly, driving the sick penis down to the very foundation. Breath caught, red-purple circles swam in the eyes. At the moment when it was already beginning to slip away, he came out of his mouth. Gave her a few breaths and spit thick, sticky saliva. And a new circle, again deeply, until it stops, to tears and faint and dizzy and then out. A few breaths and more. And again and again.

It was not just a deep blowjob, it was a throat rape. Natasha never thought that such a rude action could excite so much and cause a pent-up storm of emotions. She could not understand whether she had an orgasm herself or not, a wave of pleasure was replaced by a new wave, leaving no time for reflection. Everything merged into a solid fog of pleasure. Her whole being required more and more. The werewolf did not disappoint, he read her feelings like an open book.

When the young vampiress began to get tired, he again deeply into the throat plunged his cock and Natasha felt a hot jet hit inside. He arched and growled in pleasure. Taking a member out of his mouth, he lingered for a minute, letting the girl lick off all the remnants of sperm. After that, Natasha pantly lowered her head.

A couple of minutes later Sergey appeared again, crouched in front of her.

- Good, beautiful, athlete, Komsomol. - He said smiling.

Wet towel rubbed his face, neck and chest. He removed the fallen curls from his face and gently kissed his lips.

“Rest, girl,” he whispered gently into his ear.

- Have a drink. You need. This is orange juice. - raised a straw to her lips.

Only now, having heard about the juice, Natasha realized how much everything in her mouth was dry and sore, there the desert with camel's thorn just opened. Having finished with the juice, she tried to move her stiff limbs. I tried to relax. Neither the pose nor the straps tightly holding it contributed to relaxation.

At this time, Sergei wet towels rubbed her back and hips. Natasha even compared herself to the horse that the groom cleans. This thought distracted her and she missed a hot hot slap on the ass.

- Enough to relax, not nature has come to enjoy! - in the voice heard steel notes. - Stayed the final touch.

At the same time, the plug was extracted from the anus, Natasha completely forgot about him, but not Sergey. On the tailbone ... Read more →