Trigger warning; there is r**e in this chapter. Please skip if you have a trigger.
Vogar let his pants fall down to his feet, standing before me with his underwear. The hardness of his c**k could be seen from the shape in his underwear.
He climbed unto the bed, stopping right at me legs.
I tried to kick him off, but I'm too weak to do anything. I hate my body at this time.
“Since it’s your first, I doubt anyone has sucked you raw,” his brow raised like it was questioning me.
Without waiting for a response from me, he reached for my leg, tugging me closer. His hands attacked my pants right in those seconds. He took it off, throwing it to the side. He slipped to the edge of the bed, lying on it. His head stops between my thighs, a few inches from my p***y.
Vogar stared at my p***y
