"It hurts!~ No!~ Ah!~ What are you doing?! Be gentler!~ Haah!~ Mmm!~ Ah! You savage brute!~ Ahh!… Haah!~ Mmm! Ahh!~…"
Under Harry's rough and violent assault, Margaret weakly flailed her arms, struggling beneath him.
Her feeble writhing was like a lamb's last struggles under a tiger's claws. Far from freeing herself from Harry's brutish torment, her soft, trembling movements only seemed to encourage his animalistic lust. Her silky body rubbed against his, stimulating every inch of his senses.
Harry's movements grew even wilder and more unrestrained.
His naked body pressed tightly against Margaret's, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. With one hand restraining her arms, the other reached down to grip his swollen, throbbing penis, rubbing it roughly against Margaret's wet slit.
