Roman’s answer was a low, dangerous sound. He stood up suddenly, towering over me at 6’4”, his massive frame casting a shadow. He grabbed me under the arms and lifted me effortlessly onto the bed, flipping me onto my back. My dress rode up to my waist, exposing my lace panties, already soaked through.
He yanked the dress higher, tearing the thin straps in his haste, baring my breasts. My n*****s were stiff peaks, begging for attention. Roman leaned down and sucked one into his mouth hard, biting just enough to make me gasp, while his large hand shoved my panties aside and plunged two thick fingers into my dripping p***y.
“You’re soaked,” he growled against my tit, pumping his fingers deep and fast. “This tight little cunt is dripping for your sister’s husband. You really want revenge tha
