NEXT MORNING**

The loud sound of cries and wails pissed Davis up. He kept thrusting harder and each thrust hit her womb. Her eyes were shut, enduring the pains that comes from it.

He cum inside her and finally removed his dick from her p**sy hole. He wore his pant and storm out of the room. Samantha lay still and even without moving, she could already feel the soreness between her legs.

Her lids parted ways, and her tired eyes opened. She wipe her tears. There’s no point crying. He only used her to satisfy his sexual urge. He’s never gonna love her the same way she does.

She pulled...