SANCHEZ’s POV

A strangled moan escaped my lips.

“Found it. Hahahah.” That was evil.

Tears clogged my eyes as I moaned. A devilish smirk played on his lips as he used his other hand to grip my waist, putting me in place.

He continued his thrust deeper into me and I shook as pleasure skyrocketed through me like a plane’s engine.

“P-please…” I begged, my hands holding his face tightly.

“Please what?” He asked, grinning.

“Fuck me. Do-Don’t stop.” I begged, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure hit me.

“Do you want to cum on your father’s grave?” He asked another question.

“YES!!!” I screamed.

Wait— My father’s grave?...