His calloused palm grabs my ankle and yanks me against himself, with my slit roughly slapping his thigh.
The gush of pain that spreads through my burst p***y is wild.
Raw.
“Ah… Stop…”
My body is burning up.
Clit feels like it's bruised like a smashed potato.
“Stop what huh?” He scoffs. “Going hard on a dirty slut like you, huh?” He groans, grip firm on my ankle.
My muscles twitch.
Begging for him to both stop the torture and play nice… But I saw it coming.
I wanted it.
“Tell me, little w***e,” he strokes my red swollen p***y, teasing, caressing…
Soothing my bruised p***y.
In tender strokes.
“Uhhhh…” I sigh, sucking in cool air. “It feels so good…” I can't stop moaning like the b***h I am.
“How hard do you want your master?” He chuckles darkly. “Oh, no… I’ll set the pace. Y
