The stud pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, leaving a string of saliva hanging from my lip. He flipped me over onto my back, gripping my thighs so hard his fingers left bruises. He didn’t use any lube; he just slammed his thick cock straight into my pussy. I screamed, the sudden stretch nearly splitting me open, but Marcus’s voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding. “Shut up and take it. You’re getting paid to be a hole, not a brat.”
The words fueled the heat between my legs. The stud began to pound me, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with every deep, punishing thrust. He was hitting my cervix, driving deep into my womb with a raw power that made my vision blur. He reached down, pinching my nipples between his fingers, twisting them painfully as he accelerated his pace. I was nothing more than a commodity, a leased toy being worn down. The friction was intense, the sensation of being utterly dominated and owned sending me over the edge. I climaxed violently, my walls clamping tight around his girth, while Marcus watched with a cold, calculating eye, ensuring his investment was performing
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