The Nightmare on Trap Street. C. N. Phillips

this dick and just shut the fuck up.”

      Her clit began to jump again as he beat her pussy into oblivion, and she couldn’t do anything but take it. It wasn’t just the fact that he was giving it to her so good, but the thought of the man she loved more than anything in the world being inside of her that brought her to an orgasm that time. She quivered from her head to the tips of her toes, and tears fell from her eyes because he never stopped pumping, and his hand was still over her mouth.

      “I’m sorry I gotta do you like this, baby,” he breathed into her ear, “but I know this is what you need. You work so hard, sometimes you just need a good fucking, huh? You wanted me to fuck this pussy just like this, didn’t you?”

      “Mm-hmm,” she moaned.