Chapter 77

Riley

Ian’s long, thick c.o.c.k rested heavy against my dripping, c.u.m-filled p.u.s.s.y, the fat head nudging my swollen folds.

I was trembling with need like some fish out of water. My forehead was pressed against the cold gla.s.s, a.s.s pushed out.

“Beg,” he repeated, “Tell me exactly why I should finally fuck this sloppy, ruined hole.”

I whimpered, pushing back against him desperately.

“Please, Ian… I did everything you asked. I let three men use me. I kept all that old pervert’s c.u.m inside me like a good girl. My p.u.s.s.y is so full and sloppy for you… Please fuck me. I need your long c.o.c.k. I’ve been...