I shuttered, both from pleasure and horror. He continued to taunt me even as he rammed his pole inside of me as deep as he could manage. “Good, neither am I. I lay there, broken and ruined. After he seemed satisfied he pulled his fingers from me, I felt strangely empty. Now naked, he yanked me up. Blocked number. I swear, I’ll get you the cash I just need a few more days–” No sooner had the words left my mouth did he slam his fist into my gut. “Get on the bed on all fours.” He ordered. “Good, neither am I. He continued to taunt me even as he rammed his pole inside of me as deep as he could manage. “Excuse me?” I said politely, convinced that this was some kind of sick joke. I cried out in pain, but he didn’t stop. He pushed me to my knees and I felt the edge of the blade against my throat. I love having your tongue on my pussy.”
I heard the lid of the vaseline jar pop off, and I felt his prodding greased up fingers. Now naked, he yanked me up. Now naked, he yanked me up. And that was with lube, and wanting to do it to begin with.
