With a growl, he pushes one of my knees up followed by the other. It's uncomfortable because of my spread legs. I don't have time to struggle before his c**k pushes inside me and he tightens his hold on the belt. I gurgle as the belt cuts off my oxygen. Within seconds, he eases up and allows me to breathe. My gasps for air end when he clenches the belt tight again. He's pumping into me furiously, his hot breath on my middle back, on the brand he's put there. This time the clench around my throat is longer. Darkness clouds my vision after a few seconds and I start fighting.
"Hold still," he whispers gruffly in my ear. The belt loosens while Austin repeatedly rams into me. He won't kill me, I tell my oxygen-deprived brain as I try to absorb what's happening. The assault on my p***y, the tig
