The c**k that Morgan felt nuzzling its way between the lips of her puss was thick beyond anything in her experience. She caught her breath and looked back at the black giant, Brutus. He was working himself erect, pumping a shaft that was purple-black and thick as Morgan’s wrist.
“Go easy, please!” She whispered.
She knew better than to ask him not to rape her. He was merely a slave following orders. There was a human in there as well though, and he might be reached by her appeal, as long as Dusk didn’t overhear and veto it.
Perhaps he felt sorry for her after all. He entered slowly, and backed off a bit when she caught her breath. He still hurt her. No matter how gently it was presented, the shaft burrowing into her was still thick beyond anything in her experience.
A hand in Morgan’s
