Chapter 91

Poppy

Simon fucked me like he hated me.

His c.o.c.k slammed into my p.u.s.s.y with brutal, strokes, stretching my c.u.n.t open while he shoved me harder against the classroom wall, my cheek pressed to the cold surface as he railed me from behind.

“Fuck, such a sloppy little c.u.n.t,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “After getting full of my father’s cum and now you’re creaming all over my d.i.c.k anyway. Nasty fucking slut.”

"Shut up!" I cried, cursing at him.

He reached around and ripped my coat open, yanking it down my arms and throwing it to the floor. Then he grabbed the front of my sweater...