He was right, damn him. He was absolutely right. Her body had not yet fully recovered from the previous night, although a good night's sleep had given it some time to recuperate. Not enough, though. Oh no, most definitely not enough. Absolutely positively not enough. As her legs were yanked roughly apart, she could already feel her tortured pussy whimper in anticipation. There was no way to clamp them together, so she waited for the impact, and was not disappointed. Her cunt was just starting to get wet when his three fingers drove into her. Without his saliva, the pain would have been intense, but with it, the normal sensation of her tight passage being parted was merely amplified. Her entire body would jerk, simultaneously, like a marionette with a particularly sadistic puppet master.<br/><br/>Beyond this, she could feel the imp's cock swell in her mouth. The swollen cock head began to push through the back of her throat, and the length resting on her tongue began to be too much for her to even attempt breathing through anything but her nose. Her gag reflex was weak, but she could not help but choke. For such a tiny creature, its cock was massive, and still growing. Still! It was almost beyond belief. And even then, the imp was pulling back and slamming forward, driving the thickening length further and further into her throat. His groin smashed against her face, repeatedly, leaving it to throb. It was rough, it was very rough.<br/><br/>The slut within her had stirred. The more, the merrier. She could take this. She would take this.<br/><br/>And she would enjoy the ride.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>