Jan. Week 3: Friday(Raw)-Mr. Bill Fucks Leah Doggy

{if bbc_janwk3_friday = 13 } Mr. Bill made a theatrical show of moving his monster-sized manhood out of her mouth and held it gently in his hand, catching her eyes the entire time, daring her to blink.

“There we go, Miss Leah,” he said, slapping her ass with a smirk. “Now, get on your knees and show me that little pink pussy from the back.”

Leah’s first instinct was to run, but her body moved into position instead, as if the wires in her brain had been rerouted without her consent. She got on her knees, mouth shiny with spit, and stared at the couch with a sense of shame and defeat.

There was a moment of resistance, a sharp ache, and then the next thrust passed some internal wall and she felt her whole womanhood pop and yield, suddenly accommodating his cock like a glove designed for nothing but this. That was the moment Leah realized she was already moaning, low and guttural, and it wasn’t entirely fake.

The shame should have been enough to drown out any pleasure, but it wasn’t. She felt it—god, she felt every inch—every nerve ending screaming in protest and then, after a handful of thrusts, in hot, involuntary surrender. Leah gripped the couch for leverage, nails digging into the upholstery as he pounded her from behind. The slow, steady rhythm became a brutal, piston-like hammering, and she could feel herself clutching at him with every thrust, mentally and physically spasming beneath him like a toy made for his amusement. {endif}