He was panting while his hips moved back and forth between my thighs. I tried to push him, but he was strong enough to dominate my body. I can't find any strength within me, so the rest I can do is to let him treat me like an animal and wait for him to finish.
“My 50 million dollars is not at waste! Ah! Damn it! You're f*****g tight, woman! You really are a virgin,” he said it like a chant, repetitively.
“P-Please…stop, El. It hurts,” I said, clenching my fists out of the pain that my v****a felt.
His body was hard, and his long and thick manhood is plowing at my garden deeper and deeper. I know that I am bleeding because I am a virgin, but what bleeds more is my heart.
There is no wound inside my heart or at its surface, but it feels like a lot of blood is coming out of the unident
