He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach, yanking her ass up into the air. Her face pressed to the sheets, arms still bound, legs trembling.
“You want to act like you own the room?” he said, lining his c**k up again. “Then you better learn how to take c**k like you own me.”
And then he slammed back in.
She screamed into the mattress, legs kicking, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, f*****g her deeper, harder, like he wanted to carve his name into her womb.
“This p***y’s mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“Y-yours,” she gasped.
“Louder.”
“YOURS,” she cried, choking on her breath.
He reached around and rubbed her c**t ruthlessly, not for her pleasure, but to force the orgasm out of her body.
“You c*m when I say,” he said
