Katy's body only allowed her to blush as he gripped her shapely hips and slipped his dripping cock inside her. She was surprised at how gentle he was being, which was a good thing for her since she was an anal virgin. She could only grip the edge of the hot tub as the hot water foamed around them, her abductor plumbing her depths. She barked again, eyes tearing up at the degradation. And as he found his rhythm, Katy found herself leaning into him, spreading her legs wider. Her breath quickened. Her famous lips parted in a silent moan.
Flashbacks of the day began running through her head as the orgasm grew within her. Waking up in a shipping crate. His hands on her helpless body. How she was helpless to stop herself from stripping for him. One hand flew to her mouth to stifle a moan, but she barked into her palm instead. Or when he had paddled her and she had begged for more. And the time she had sang while deepthroating his cock. Her pussy was dripping, her knees weak. He pumped her faster now, nearing the end.
His rhythm had approached the speed of the dildoes that had plundered her on the exercise bike. And that was enough for her. She came, and came hard, screaming her release into the deserted sky as his hot seed filled her. Her knees buckled and she started to fall, but he caught her. He turned her so she was facing the sky. She was only semi conscious, her eyes dazed and unfocused. She shuddered in his arms, still feeling the afterglow even as semen dripped out of her ass.
His blurred out face filled her vision as he leaned forward. "Who would have pegged Katy Perry for an anal fan?" She tried to reply, but could only yip like a small dog. "Let's get you inside. We've still got eighteen hours." |