Mariam's POV
Anthony kept thrusting slowly, making me enjoy every inch of his thick and long p***s, inserting it only halfway before pulling it out and sliding it back in gently, a rhythm that was driving me wild with pleasure.
"The poem, Anthony... tell me the poem," I demanded amidst that madness of ecstasy that forced me to grip the sheets, "Did you really write me a poem?... ahhh."
Anthony's p***s stiffened even more at that moment. He was also extremely aroused, and when his p***s lifted, it poked a spot inside my v****a that sent me to heaven. I writhed with pleasure while his increased.
"I did, secretly... ummm, you're so tight, love... I still remember it. Do you want me to recite it?"
Was this true? Anthony, the brute who had made my life a living hell, was going to recite a
