Of course! He wants to own it...

<< No I'm not ... ANF! HAAN! UF! ANF! ANF! a... ANF! OOOH! whore... >>

<< Oh you are, you will become one. Get ready to parade naked through parties of bored nobles, to be the center of attention. Sucking cock like there's no tomorrow, masturbating with devarated legs in the open air. You'll be the queen of all whores! >>

At these promises of future humiliation, social prevarication, and public harassment Marie should have exploded with rage, she had killed for less, but something only made her more aroused, somehow these words were scratching inside her and were strangely digging into her armor. She was enjoying herself and realized that she could not keep her wits about her while that pig was fucking her. She tried to recover something, but she could only moan in enjoyment. She could feel the head of her **** going up and down, her pussy was filled with that stick of meat, and she could not resist.

Kellerman held her suspended with one arm one leg, he realized, however, that the other hand might be more useful if he used it differently, so he let go of the breast that fell with a dull “plof” on his ****'s chest and went directly to her clitoris. Here she stroked and masturbated it, increasing her victim's reception of pleasure.

Marie saw stars, her body was a bundle of nerves that relaxed and contracted according to how her tormentor acted. Time passed and he did not seem to be tired or have any idea of stopping. How long had he been inside her? How long had he been going up and down? She had definitely lost count when suddenly from behind her she heard grunts of pleasure, at which moment she begged him to come out, not to do it inside. But her prayers, like all the others were unheard. Kellerman's cock erupted like a volcano inside Marie's pussy which contracted in a third and new orgasm that made her leak more fluid. The painter was happy, his little girl was squirting again: she was his! He pulled out of Marie's wet pussy and let go of her leg. She could only sob.

The excess semen came out in warm streams from the poor victim's vagina. The satisfied Painter went back to his clothes and took a couple of his rags from his tripod and began to clean up all the dirt on the floor from their sexual exploits. This did not bother him in the slightest because it was as if he knew that Marie would not tell on him, he did not know where this confidence came from, he just knew. As he wiped the floor he looked at how much time he had left and noticed that he had been fucking Marie for a time quantifiable in the mid-twenties! Incredible, he could not believe it. He had to look at his pocket watch twice and was still stunned!

He had plenty of time to fix everything he had unpacked! He cleaned the floor opened the windows to let the air circulate better, cleaned Marie as well, and even had time to let the woman's aroused state end. He wiped her face with water from the pitcher and waited for her body to calm down. When Marie was calm again Kellerman approached like a predator and stroked only her head.