“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” He snarled, as he stopped moving inside me.“I wanted to remove your shirt. You always wear it, whenever we are together,” I said hesitantly, surprised by his anger.“What I choose to wear when I’m fucking you is none of your concerns, only mine,” he voice strained with venom, his eyes flaring with rage with every word that came out of his mouth.“Why? What's so wrong with removing your shirt?I’m stark naked as the day I was born beneath you, so why can’t you also do so, huh?” I said but received no reply from him, except his heavy breathing, and clenched jaw—so I continued.“It feels weird, you know. It’s not normal at all.And it makes me feel…”“I give no fucks about how you feel when I’m fucking you.I don’t damn fucking care. You mean nothing to me, so you can feel angry, degraded, or whatever you want, but know one thing—‘I don’t care.’I paid for this, you—I paid for you. I paid for you to give your body to me whenever I want, and n
Last Updated : 2025-08-23 Read more