“Chrisss fuckk” I scream as he yanks my hair back, making me arch my back even more.
He was holding until my hair, his other hand having a stronger grip on my hips and he f***s me mercislessy .
He grunts wildly, thrusting deeper and deeper into my p***y . I was gripping the sides of the kitchen island so hard my knuckles had turn white, my legs were a shaky mess the eating to give out in any minute
“Please Chris, Please make me c*m again” I beg, my voice coming out in whispers.
Chris tugged on my hair . “What was that baby?”
“Huh?”
“I want to c*m” I cry out
“Beg for your f*****g orgasm!”
“Beg like a f*****g little slut” he grunts out thrusting faster and deeper than before.
“Please! Please please please Chris!” I beg, moving my hips fast against him, feeling the familiar press
