Annabelle winced with disgust. Moments ago, the head of his d**k had been forced into her asshole. She tried to plead with her eyes and was trying to say no, no, no around his c**k, but every movement and every sound was made impossible by what restrained her body and silenced her voice. Brad made a few quick, deep thrusts into her throat and then withdrew. “How’s that tight little ass of yours?” he asked. “Hurt yet?” Annabelle shut her eyes and shook her head in misery and helplessness. “That’s nothing, believe me. What ‘til I really f**k your ass,” Brad said. Brad continued to slide his c**k in and out of her mouth. She knew when he took hold of the back of her head with both hands, he was going to press so far back in her throat it would cut off her oxygen. She took deep breaths,