Used to be called when using growing force, Orion did not stop. Were Daphne suffering from real pain, unbearable and exclusive pain, she would have gazed him with anger. Her rolling hips showed that the little girl wanted more. And Orion did not deny her: all that Orion did was to lower his head and steal a passionate French kiss, nearly pumping out all the air from his wife - that trick would increase even more the feeling of pleasure she was about to enjoy. His large chest rubbed down her pert breasts, which he could feel clearly excited by what they were doing. By then, Orion knew that his shaft was doing greater god than evil to his wife.<br/><br/>Its burgeoning surface rubbed her walls time and time again, ignoring what was once her hymen. He slid in and out easily as both his and her liquids mixed up. His groin would be tainted with his wife blood, had it not been sprayed by a violent wave breaking against the large rock. Both of them were momentarily covered by thousands of drops of salt water, but none of them was capable of cooling down their passion. Keeping the grip on her wrists, he secured the complete control of his wife, a sign Orion was conveying that no disobedience or teenager foolishness would be allowed from that moment on. Her surrender was a no-return path.<br/><br/>Indeed, his shaft began shaking in a way Daphne would not expect. His orgasm took some minutes to build. First, a shake or two; then, a succession of quick shakes. Inside her, his shaft struggled to find space to throb as her juvenile pussy offered the resistance expected from a maid's. He groaned and tightened the grip on her grips to the point of dangerously threatening to break them. He pressed his groin harder against her, but the last mile was getting tougher to complete. With a move, he straighted his legs and let her legs spread out. Almost immediately, he ejaculated a strong, vigorous flush of white seeds inside her and continue to thrust her, but with lesser enthusiasm. Shortly after, he was laying on the rock and dragging her lithe body onto his bu gripping the nape of her neck. With a confident gaze, Orion looked into her eyes with his turquoise eyes and still panting, he asked.<br/><br/><strong>"Who's your Master, Daphne?"</strong>