My free hand, the one not holding her by the hair at the back of her head, roughly grabs her breast, she utters a low moan of surprised pain. ” I’m betting you’ll not only have it open, but you’ll be waiting to continue, hanging on my arrival.” ” Fuck you. XXX She would merely have begged me for my seed, to spill my fluids inside of her, and to use her as I will. Now her body betrayed her and she finds it hard to cope, bucking beneath me as I laugh low over her, a sound of power, and control. Her hands stopped clutching at the sheets beside her and instead now she brought them up to my waist, clutching at me, as if I were the only thing she can cling onto to save herself from drowning in this experience. That’s the only proper place for you,” I finished, then turned and climbed
