You're up against a wall, literally

Your jaw drops as your eyes get wide at the realization of his words'

"You can't mean.." you blurt out, your face getting red.

"You're welcome to leave if you don't like the idea," says Richard, holding the camera and wiggling it in front of you.

You try to step around him, but he blocks your way.

"Listen, you little cocktease, I'm getting my piece!" Richard growls, twisting your arm behind you and pushing you against the wall

"Richard, please don't do this to me! I can't possibly take that.." you say, glancing to his hardon , your cheek against the drywall.

"HA! I guess you wish I was as small as you were telling everyone now, huh?" Richard growls as he pulls your hips back further by the rear panel of the panties, arching your feminine cheeks high and out. Then he pulls the thin fabric aside and jabs his rigid wet pecker between the moons of your pale cheeks.

The more you wriggle in an attempt to escape, the easier it is for him to jam that blood-filled helmet at the entrance to your back hole.

You shriek like a girl as you feel your hole being invaded, Richard pushing all of his weight behind the penetrating cock, his anger real as inch after inch disappears inside you. "AAIIIEEEE!!!!"

"Tell me how bad you want it!" Richard taunts, leaning over your back.