Chapter Fourteen
Tim
“Not so f*****g sure of yourself now are you, b***h?”
It was part question part statement and directed at the Polish slut on the carpet below him who had thought she could treat him, Tim Kennedy, like an animal and get away with it, the terrified face below no doubt already regretting her treatment of him.
Too late.
Driving his c**k into her unwilling cunt, the hand that gripped her short hair twisted her face to his that she may look into his eyes as he took from her the way she had tried to take from him.
“Why don’t you try begging me to stop?” he snarled, elated at the control he was exercising over his one-time keeper. “One ‘wruff’ for yes if you want me to take my superior English c**k from your unworthy Pollack p***y. Or was it two? So quickly I forget. Sup
