He’d been resting, preparing for more of his heady violation of innocence and purity. Now the canvas was moving under their weight again, the rippling motion keeping cadence with his grunts, her moans. The pace was quickening, the unlikely couple’s motion growing steady and repetitive. His voice was inflected with the decadent bliss of what he’d accomplished. You’re liking this now, aren’t you my little one. Ah, how nice and tight you are.Her pale face framing those sky blue eyes, looked up so pleadingly and helpless underneath the bulk of this man so much older and bigger than she. Of course Trish, her eyes streaming with sympathetic tears over her friend’s plight, couldn’t know this, but she sensed it anyway.He was looking down at the most lovely treasure he’d ever plundered. Jill’s eyes closed and she turned her face away. The need for verbal exchange no longer was necessary. The one on top, the man doing this to her wasn’t going to stop, no matter what she said.Hummph! He’d groan as his hips rammed his massive erection into such a cringing little body. You’re a tight little bitch.She’d gasp as her horribly violated young body would jolt ahead from his battering thrust. Hummph. GaspThat’s it–you’re enjoying your big man now aren’t you, little Dolly?
