Feeling his c**k press against my rear channel, I bore down, gritting my teeth more still, as he shoved himself beyond the tight opening.
“Yeeeawww!” I cried in as muted a tone as I could.
“You mind your noise, ma’am,” he said, as he grabbed my hair with one hand.
Riding me like an animal, with sharp deep thrusts, he expelled himself deep in my interiors, while I moaned quietly, tears trickling down my face, my only response to this humiliation. Here, right in my own sanctuary. Such anger burned in my heart. When he was done, he left me dangling over my settee. I wouldn’t have even risen to see him leave, except that he wanted me to see his sneer one more time, and the look of victory in his eye.
“I think you enjoyed it as much as I,” he said, restoring his pants.
“You bloody bastard,
