Christy realized Reggie was looking at her breasts, and as her arms went to cover them, his hand that had lovingly caressed her moments ago, before she had rejected him and shoved it away, formed into an angry fist and plunged into her stomach. "I thought you had learned from last time, but you making me get rough again, baby."

Christy held her gut in pain while Reggie grabbed her loosened bra and pulled it completely off. He then slapped her cheek.

"No, don't hit me," she gasped, one hand clutching her stomach, the other shielding her face, and her perky tits left uncovered.

"You want rough foreplay this morning?...