“Fuck!” A breathless, empty moan escaped my throat as Mark thrust relentlessly in and out of my sloppy, soaking-wet pussy.

I gripped the porcelain edge of the toilet bowl so hard my knuckles turned white, my head hanging down as his heavy, brainless thrusts drove deep inside me.

“Do you like that? Huh?” Mark panted heavily against my shoulder, his voice filled with arrogant satisfaction. “Do you like how hard I’m fucking you raw, Lina?”

He honestly thought I was enjoying it. He thought his basic, clumsy rhythm was driving me out of my mind, but deep down, I wasn’t feeling a damn thing. I was completely faking it, begging...