~Becca
Marek kept pounding into me, his body heat the only thing keeping me warm in the freezing basement. Every thrust felt like he was trying to reach my heart through my p***y.
"Do you like this big Czech c**k, Becca?" he grunted, his breath smelling of garlic and tobacco. "Tell me how it feels to have a real man filling your little writer's hole."
I was crying now, the tears blurring my vision as my forehead rubbed raw against the wooden wall. The shame and the intense, dirty pleasure were mixing into something I couldn't control. My body was on fire.
"Yes!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I love it! Just rip me apart! Please, just break me!"
He let out a final, guttural groan and gave me three more violent thrusts before pulling out with a wet *pop*. I felt a momentary relief, my p
