EXTRACT FOR
Those Dirty Victorians!
(Anna Austin)

Excerpt From: Her Sinful Punishment



Mr. Miller only rubbed the head of his cock against the lips of Mary's cunt, but did not penetrate her.



"Please, sir. F-fuck me, please, I need your cock, sir, please," she pushed out with breathless desperation.



Finally, Mr. Miller pushed in, stretching Mary wide around his cock. The air left her lungs as he bottomed out. She felt impossibly full, his cock filling her up completely. Slowly, Mr. Miller pulled out and then slammed back in quickly. Mary moaned as he repeated the motion, cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt easily.



Mr. Miller's left hand came to rest on her hip and he sunk his fingers into her skin, gripping her hard enough to bruise. With his right, he grabbed Mary's hair and pulled, lifting her head and shoulders off the desk. She nearly yelled in pain, but then Mr. Miller picked up his pace and started to pound her with savage thrusts.



Mary let out desperate whimpers and moans; she was pulled taut between Mr. Miller's hand in her hair and his cock in her cunt. He slammed into her with hard and fast and Mary thought she was going to break from the sheer force of the thrusts, but it felt incredible. Mary could feel pleasure running through her body like fire, hot and intense. There was the sharp edge of pain as well, the sting of his fingers sinking into her hip and his hand pulling his hair, but it wasn't as strong as before: it was a delicious kind of pain that complimented and heightened the pleasure.



She was completely at Mr. Miller's mercy, unable to do anything but hold on as the intense sensations drove her out of her mind. Mary could feel the sparks of pleasure get more and more intense, the tingling arousal that seemed to start from her clit and radiate outwards seemed to get stronger, and she knew that she would be completely overcome with pleasure soon. She couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the carnal sensations.