"I- I can't." I groan as he nestles his co*k between my thighs.
"Try, because this won't end well for you."
"I did... but– but I can't." I pant as pushes the tip of his di*k against my entrance as though trying to coax a response out of it.
Clay groans at his restrain and I can sense he won't be able to hold for much longer.
"Well then brace yourself cause–"
"wAIT-" I scream, but it's too late. Clay's co*k plows into me from behind with a force that creaks the bed. If not for his hands gripping my hips my head might have collided with the headboard.
"Fu*k two men later and you're still so tight." Clay grunts, thrusting like a wild beast, claiming my pu*sy over and over again.
My pu*sy, his possession, stretching it as I scream and clench around him.
There isn't a moment to breath
