He commented on my tight little p***y, and asked if ‘all the boys go crazy for it?’ Suddenly he pushed the drain on the tub, and pulled me out.
Without drying me he led me to the next room by a clump of my wet hair. Max sat on the bed, knees together and threw me across his lap. He crept his finger up the back of my thigh and stuck his middle finger inside me, even harder than before this time. Then stuck another finger in my p***y. He f****d me with his two fingers for a moment.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
“No, Sir.” I said.
“You’re a f*****g liar.”
I was. I was so wet that c*m was dripping down my thighs and all over his two fingers down to the last knuckles. I love it hard and rough and he knows it. He grabbed my throat with one hand, and pulled my ass further up with the other.
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