No, wait—it's sore from earlier,' she pleaded, but he yanked her hips up, spreading her cheeks.
'Sore means you need more.' He spat on her puckered hole, rubbing the head of his c**k there before pushing in slow, inch by inch.
Emma buried her face in the pillow, muffling her scream as he stretched her ass. 'It burns... please, gentle...'
'Gentle? f**k that.' Once fully seated, he gripped her hair, pulling her head back like reins, and started thrusting—deep, punishing strokes that made her body jolt.
'Take it, b***h. Your ass is mine to ruin.' The slap of his hips against her cheeks filled the air, his free hand reaching under to rub her c**t.
Pleasure built again, twisted with the burn. 'Harder... oh f**k, harder!'
'You love it rough. Dirty anal slut.' He slapped her ass, the sting
