As it opened me up, I took a deep breath and relaxed, then applied more pressure. It felt so big. I wasn’t sure that I could take something that big..., but I kept pressing it against my resisting arse as I played with my clit and cunt. The clenching of my arse felt good, even as it felt stretched too far.I eased off the pressure letting my arse push my toy back out. Once I’d relaxed a little more, playing with myself I tried again, getting a little further. I was determined to take it, though it. Each blow drew a squeal frombetween her closed lips, and then a groan.Finally, as her bottomheated toward a bright red color, each blow drew a sob, and she wascrying softly between each spank.Finally he stopped, his own handstinging and his breathing hard as he looked down at her, resting amoment. Her cries had quieted to small, constant, choking sobs, herhair covering her face.Her bottom still moved freely in the air,wiggling back and forth, her hips swaying and the cheeks of her asstightening. “Aren’t you going to continue?” Aysel said with a growl.Her words broke the serenity I had. Not that I could complain. Who wants to just be joined in sex. “Well,” I began. “You asked for it.” I grunted as I slammed myself into her. She screamed out over and over with a barrage of different words. I didn’t really hear what she was saying often, but man the verbiage from her would have put a porn star in a hard-core film to shame. Speaking of that, it gave me an idea. The strength of a werewolf. But inside, he wanted to see his daughter prance around in the frilly little cheerleader outfit she'd asked him to purchase for her. His daughter was hot, just on the cusp of womanhood, and he had to miss watching her blossom. Damn work! On this night however, he would be getting into areas of his nature he never thought possible. As he sauntered into the freezing room where the bodies where kept. He was to work on one specific corps, she was in drawer number 44. He walked his weary tired self.