Too insensate to resist, at first, Ianthe merely whimpered as he pulled out of her -- her free hand immediately drifted to her pussy, and she began fingering herself idly -- and turned her over. The slap on her ass pulled a squeak from her throat, and she found herself gathering her knees beneath her and arching her back, presenting her sex to him. But when he prised apart her asscheeks and pressed his girth up against her, fear and alarm spiked past need and bliss: a desperate,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Nooo!"</span>leapt from her lips, and she began to squirm away from him. Too late, though: lubricated with her own juices, the bulbous head of his cock tamed her untried asshole, and her shrieks of agony echoed through the room as he grasped her hips and forced himself deeper inside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>