My fucktoy. “I hate you.” She glared at me. Porn “One…two…”
“Okay, fine!” Her voice broke on the last word. “Take off your pants,” I said. But she just said in a surprisingly calm voice, “I’m not on the pill.”
“I don’t care. She glared at me. “Three!” I brought my hand down on her cheek—hard. I wasn’t even human; I was an animal, and she was my unwilling mate. As I pissed, I considered my cover story for when Heather inevitably tattled on me. Unable to contain myself any longer, I shoved my cock down her throat as far as it would go, forcibly pulling her face toward my crotch. But the more I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. She looked up at me with wet, angry eyes.




















