Jessica’s POV
"f**k, she's full of the president's c*m and still gripping me like a fist," Diesel says to the room, slamming into me, his tattooed hands bruising my thighs.
"This p***y doesn't quit. Axe filled her up and she's still hungry."
He spanks my c**t with his open hand while his c**k is buried inside me and the slap against my swollen skin makes me scream and my walls clamp around him so tight he groans.
"Hear that? Spank her c**t and she gets tighter. This girl is wired for pain."
"It's too much," I gasp, my back arching off the counter. "Diesel, your c**k is hitting something, I can't—"
"That's my c**k finding the spot Axe opened up for me." He slams deep and grinds and my eyes roll.
"Say thank you to our leader for stretching you out."
He spits in my mouth. I swallo
