Suddenly, with a groan of disdain, Devlin withdrew his c**k from Anna’s yearning slit. He raised himself on his elbows, separating their torsos. “Don’t you know how to f**k?” he asked her rudely.
Anna was too astounded to speak. Her head was dizzy with her arousal. What was he talking about?
Devlin rose from Anna’ body and dragged her off of the bed, throwing her on the floor. She landed with a loud, ‘clunk”, giving out an astonished protest. Her heart was pounding with fear and shame.
“Are you a complete f**k up!” Devlin yelled as he posed himself ominously above her.
“N-no, Mr. Devlin! No!’ Anna replied frantically as she cowered fearfully on the floor beneath the callous and angry gaze of her master. What had she done wrong, she asked her self again.
“You f**k like a fish!” Devlin
