He drunk in the sight of her askew undergarments like it was a fine vintage, fuelling his callous disregard for her resistance and his own insatiable lust. His erection reached its zenith, straining with great discomfort against the crotch of his chausses. Absentmindedly, he dropped them, the rough material pooling around his knees. Pulled down momentarily with his trousers, it flicked up into the air as it escaped them, the tip brushing the soft flesh of her right arse-cheek. The aroma of the room became unmistakably that of cock as it was finally freed. It was unrelentingly masculine in appearance - the bloated, red tip pulsated in anticipation, the shaft thick and veiny. obscenely long and bedecked by a fair compliment of dark hair at its base. His no-less impressive testicles swung between his thighs - doubtlessly, they would require some attention of their own later.<br/><br/>Emboldened by this release, after performing a few habitual strokes of his manhood, his free hand grabbed Danielle's final safeguard against his lust and tore it away, stretching the fabric in his vigour as it travelled down her thighs. His pretence of care was now gone. Now, nature was in control - a bare cock, an unprotected cunt. The beast in him could not be stopped. He gave her now bare arse a none-too-gentle smack. He pursed his lips, spitting on his own cock and stroking it in to provide some semblance of lubrication. Immediately after this, eager, probing fingers made their way between her thighs, feeling out her lewd slit and searching for the bud of her womanly pettles - his caress of it began, nimble and conducted in circular motions of steadily increasing vigour and rapidity. He was practised at this - there was more to it than what it took to stimulate a cock. A man could jerk his cock as he pleased and always reach consistent results - a woman's apparatus, however, often had to be appealed to, and convinced with tender argument. Though it did not always work, Aldred had found that the fickle things could be turned against the wishes of the woman herself and brought to mositure if courted correctly. Still, he'd find other ways to make the process of fucking her smoother if her body wasn't compliant.<br/><br/>As he did this, he could not help himself but press himself between the crack of her bottom and rub himself along it. The motion was satisfyingly erotic, but his patience was wearing thin. The tip of his cock found itself manoeuvred into position by his hand - it restlessly awaited its calling.  Once again, he leaned over her, his typical demeanour overcome by something callous and beastly as he finally saw fit to respond to her desperate pleas to find a whore instead. "But I already have." With that, gradually, inexorably, unstoppably, he increased his pressure and parted her. His muscular buttocks tensed involuntarily with pleasure as he finally penetrated her, skewering her cunt with the instrument of his stolen pleasure.