What was going on? This wasn't the usual script.What was going on? This wasn't the usual script. Usually after whipping her with the strap, he untied her and soothed her buttocks with aloe. And Jonah wouldn't interfere unless Jeremiah physically hurt her. "Ah, Jonah, perhaps you have something to help me out," Jeremiah said. "Something to quench my poor Irish's inner wetness. Her eyes bugged out behind the blindfold. Jeremiah didn't mean what she thought he meant. Jeremiah had never before been interested in anything sexual - either in doing or watching. She heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothes before Jeremiah gave a loud sigh of pleasure. "Ah, yes, Jonah. I see that you do possess something. Come, my dear fellow, let us put that in Irish and relieve her torment." Irish squirmed frantically, trying to spit the gag out so she could talk. There was no way Jonah could fit his cock inside her. She'd seen his sword and it was huge. Easily three times the size of Slade's and Slade's was the largest she's ever seen. If Jonah tried to force his way in, he'd rip her insides to shreds. She felt the large blunt tip press against her wet pussy and wiggled even more frantically. "Just relax, Irish," Jeremiah said. "He'll be inside your wet little pussy in just a moment. And then he'll quench your desires." She moaned as Jonah's cock began to open her pussy and push inside. God, it felt like she was being split in two. Tears came to her eyes and she groaned as Jonah packed inch after inch of his cock into her pussy. |