The coarse, rough hand firmly covered his mouth, but the movement of the body did not stop. She exhausted all her strength but couldn't block his intrusion.
This feeling was particularly humiliating. The more she twisted and struggled, the more joyful and excited he became, fire... passionately filling her completely. Her hands were tightly clutching the sheets beneath her.
Finally, using all her strength, she still couldn't push him away, drenched in sweat, she was ultimately forcibly possessed by him.
In blurred vision was that cold, gleaming menacing mask; in her ears were his heavy and urgent breaths. She seemed like she was floating on the sea, drifting and sinking...
