Fight with Me

His hard rod entered me like a staff being pressed in. Stiff and unrelenting as it eased into my softness. Parting me to make way for its path to my center. Then I felt him touch my base.

I stiffened and reared up a little but was pinned so tightly under the bed there was little I could do. My back brushing the wood above me as I struggled.

"How well planned was your escape, Little Bird?" He mocked.

Not very well obviously.

Now I'm stuck.

He was still pushing into me with that length that seemed to go on forever.

I yelped and had to slide my knees apart as I could feel him pinching inside and knew I needed to make more room to keep from hurting myself.

I was trying to steady my panicked breathing and relax. I was still sore from the last time he'd taken me and was worried about doing more damage fighting him.

"That a girl." He praised. Groaning in pleasure ad he filled me. His sack draping against my lower lips. Soft but firm causing a strange pressure that made me shift restlessly. C