The Tiress And The Hacker Short Story

RE: The Heiress and the Hacker [[Silva & Quix]]
The brief thought that had flashed through Karl's mind in regards to Blair Huntington had also led to another. That, as much as he'd love to spend the entire day ravaging the bitch until she could take no more, nor walk unaided after the brutal fucking, he had other responsibilities that he needed to attend to, and provisions to make for that night. If time allowed, once he'd completed those tasks, he could return to the Heiress before Sophie Scott and Adam Levine arrived, and use her one more time. Possibly, it would be even better on the second occasion, after she'd been left alone to wallow in her own despair, and contemplate the first. However it went, Karl wasn't finished quite yet.

The moans and whimpers that escaped Lexi's mouth when he shoved his meat to the hilt in her tight, dripping cunt only served to urge him on. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt of exertion, and his chest slapped against her back. Harder and faster he pounded her slit as he lifted her in the air, then slammed the Socialite down on the bed, as if she weighed no more than a rag-doll, and kneed the tender flesh of her thighs to keep her legs spread. The Security Chief's weight was much greater than hers, but the thought of propping himself up on his elbows, or easing himself down, hadn't even been considered, and his entire two hundred pounds slammed into her smaller, lithe form as he impaled the Socialite with his cock.
He nipped, bit, and scraped her flesh with his molars, as balls slapped against her, and the sounds of her cries mingled with the wet ones of her dripping slit being pummeled with ever increasing speed and urgency. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, and drops slid down the skin of his torso under the