He shoved his shorts down, and his c**k sprang free, thick, veiny, and every bit as angry as he was. My mouth water despite my anger.
Oh God, no wonder Kylie was screaming that day in his bedroom.
Speaking of Kylie, does he still f**k her?
“Open your mouth Jenna” he commanded, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I hesitated, a final flicker of pride fighting my traitorous body. “No” I turned my head away. "Go to hell."
He grunted “Don’t make this harder than it is”
My eyes swept down to his d**k and I smirked “Oh I doubt it, it’s already hard enough broth—“ His grip tightened, pulling my head back and shoved his hips forward, forcing the tip of his d**k past my lips, pushing in the remaining of my word back to my throat—literally.
I gagged, my eyes watering instantly. He was too big
