Release

Should a passing hunter come across the bridge to the dry dock this warm night, they'd take in an erotic sight. A beastly man, clothes in tatters mated to a woman, less beastly, but equally in tatters. The woman laid across the rail, her clothes doing little to hide her curvy form, and the lewd spreading of her bosom against the unyielding stone. A from bouncing and shifting a few inches with every thrust. The spread of her legs sparing her little, though her hands curiously are gripped white to the siding. The beast is easily thrusting a full foot into the girl, and its breathing and damnable smile on its face makes its pleasure.

Jessica shifted her leg to knock the saw the other way, before its teeth could also sink into her flesh. The beast behind her continued unabated, its pistoning cock a mere source of pleasurable sensation for Jessica. Before Jessica could reach her destination however, she felt a deep thrust, lifting her feet off the ground, and Jessica felt the cock head press up against her womb. A deep and heavy throb, followed by a gush of hot fluid inside her, Jessica's own orgasm was close, but she needed more friction to get her there. Another hot pulse, and the thing grunted behind her, pulling back and pushing into her again, giving her the delightful friction she craved, but still being too little, as more sperm overflowed her womb. This continued for another minute, as its bullocks worked to empty itself into her, joining the brute's brew.

Each sensation tantalized Jessica, as she was on the cusp of her own frustrated release as the beast finished within her. Finally it began to soften, and soon the beast retreated its cock. Jessica could have sworn the thing grunted its thanks, as its beastly hand tussled her hair affectionately. It placed its still burning torch down next to her and picked up its saw before padding back into building it had come from. Leaving Jessica spread-legged, frustrated, sore, and still oozing the thing's cum down her legs. She felt a strange shifting heat in core that made her lightly nauseous, though her current arousal was slightly stronger. But a cool breeze broke her from her disjointed thoughts and Jessica righted herself, standing up, picking up the torch, which glowed orange in the twilight night.