“Fuck yes you can, I don’t care how tight you are, you’re fucking taking it.”

With one hand pressing down on my stomach and the other presumably guiding his hard length, he pushed forward.

My pussy lips were pushed aside as he advanced, only made possible by how wet I was. Even so, I was stretched so tight I thought I was going to break.

I whimpered and moaned, tried to use my one free hand to back away, but I went nowhere.

Slowly but surely, Mr. Rowland took what he wanted from me. Eventually, it couldn’t be said he was trying to get his cock in me, he was...