Erika
My spit mixes with his c*m as it drips from my chin. I can't swallow with this thing in my mouth, not really, not with the way it pushes on my tongue. I want to beg him to remove it, to take it off. I want to scream and tell him he's a monster, and at the same time, I have to admit that I want him to f**k me. As he pulls on my arm, making me stand, all I can think about is his c**k, not in my mouth, but inside me. Though this is all kinds of wrong, I've never been so wanton.
My legs collide with the bed as he moves me backward. He doesn't stop until I fall onto my bound hands, onto my back, and onto the mattress. I make the only sounds I can as I come to a stop.
“Spread your legs."
I can't physically fight him, even if I want to. But my pride won't let me submit. I hold my thigh
