>>65182806Ciara's orgasm was blinding. His cock continued to thrust in and out of her in hard, fast, and steady strokes. Her soft hands moved to grip his massive arms and her body felt tiny beneath his. She clamped around him tightly and a moan escaped her lips. He growled and his lips caught hers. He swallowed the rest of her moans and thrust harder. His last few thrusts were hard, erratic strokes. He suddenly froze, groaned, and he climaxed inside of her.
He rolled off of her and to the side. Her body was covered in sweat and the warm feeling began to disappear. Instead, what had just happened began to slowly sink in and disgust filled her. She felt the evidence of his pleasure begin to slip out of her and her own arousal slid down onto the top of the bed. Tears filled her eyes and her head spun. Bile rose in her throat and she raised her hand to her mouth.
"That was good, baby. So good," his voice was filled with contentment as he spoke beside her. Her head spun again and her stomach turned. She rolled onto her side and hung her head over the edge. There was no food for her to expel but warm liquid spilled onto the floor as she wretched. Even after her stomach was empty she continued to wretch and gag. She was disoriented, the world spun and she could not fight the nausea. She wished she had eaten the stew. She wanted something in her stomach to throw up so this awful feeling might pass. Her head ache began to return and she was too hot, burning hot. She moaned in agony as this feeling continued and she wretched again, spit falling from her mouth and onto the mess she had made on the hardwood floor. As it continued Clara Hutchen Hanjanek was only vaguely aware of her rapist's hand collecting her hair in his, and gently holding it back.
