You try to get away!

“What are you talking about?” Your voice won’t stop shaking. “I’m not yours…”

“Of course you are, Jane.” Mike pecks you on the lips, while pressing his hips more against you. You gasp, realizing just how sore you are from losing your virginity when his cock buries as deep in you as it can. The only thing sparing you more pain is the fact that his shaft is going soft.

You untangle your legs from around his waist and press against his shoulders, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, his arms tighten around your waist.

“Mike, this was a mistake.” You push harder against him.

This time, Mike stumbles back. You fall back to your feet and lean heavily against the railing. Before you can say anything else to him, he grabs you forcefully then spins you around, pinning your hips to the railing and bending you over.

SMACK!

You cry out as a sharp pain explodes across your left ass cheek. Mike hits your ass again, spanking you hard.

“Mike!” you cry, trying to push yourself off the railing, but his hand is gripping the back of your neck tightly and holding you down. “Please stop!”

“Not until you learn some respect!” he snaps, smacking your left ass cheek again.

“Mike!” you shout again, struggling with all your might to get free. But it was no use. Mike’s grip is too tight and you are too drunk, weak, and exhausted.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

By this time, tears are streaming down your cheeks.

You look back over your shoulders and see that Andrew is still standing at the glass door, watching.