My back collided against the shower glass harshly making me moan in pain and pleasure. I am bruised and tender in various places especially my poor v****a. I doubt I will be able to have s*x ever again by the way he is abusing my inner walls.
Vincenzo pressed me against the glass and tilted my head to one side by my hair. He buried his face into my neck and his teeth clamped down on the sensitive flesh. I shrieked and wriggled, trying to get him off. In turn he only pressed himself more into me, making sure he was balls deep inside me. I shivered and scraped my nails through his back, screaming and grunting in painful pleasure.
Who would have thought that Vincenzo would get turned on by my slap. So that makes him what? A masochist? A sadist? Or both? I honestly couldn’t figure out.
