He's actually a bit more friendly than the Captain ...

It's almost a relief for Vanessa when she feels her pussy streching to accomodate the Marhal gibbous log.
Soon the relief turns into a stinging pain.

"Don't hear him. He just likes to tease you." Grunts the Marshal in an unexpected outburst of kindness, as his manhood slowly makes his way inside her, rearranging her internal organs.

A shortlived kindness though, as the pace of his thursts quickly escalates.

Vannessa grunts and gasps, as the brawny man humps her like a rutting animal.
His cock, reaching deepths of her body she didn't knew that could be reached.
His hands kneading her buttocks, gripping her supple flesh so tight to the point of hurting her.

Even if her pussy feels like it's brusting at the seams, the pain slowly subsides to a burning numbness, while the Marshal unexpectedly slows the pace of his thrusts back down.

Almost incredibly she finds herself clenching around him and bucking her hips to meet his thrusts.

She has never been threated will less respect and care, yet her body keeps reacting like that ...
Why?
She wonders in a brief moment of clarity, without even realizing that her hands are free again.

The man moans in approval. The pressure of his thumb against her asshole catches Vanessa by surprise, while he soundly smacks her butt cheek with the other hand.
She's out of breath, but she shrieks with all her lungs and claws at the bedspread, when he bluntly slips the thumb inside, winning the resistence of her muscles.

The climax is powerful and sudden.

"F-Fuck ..." She grunts before managing to muffle the outrageous rest with both her hands, as the Marshal jabs her worn out sex like a madman to reach his own one.