“Be quiet,” Olivia grunted, struggling against her restraints, her eighteen-year-old ass wiggling deliciously before me. “Or my dad will hear.”
I grabbed her hard by her dirty blonde hair, forcing her head back, arching her back. In the mirror across the room, I saw a look of pained ecstasy on her young face as her pert tits thrust forward. I slid a hand between her ass cheeks, my fingers covered in lube, as I teased her open. She bit her lip.
“You don’t tell me what to do anymore,” I growled in her ear. “You keep your mouth shut, or I’ll shut it for you.”
She nodded hurriedly, her mouth opening in a wide, silent moan of pain and pleasure as I began to slide into her ass.
“Yes, Sir…” she whispered, barely audible. The New York City skyline glittered in the distance from her bedroom window as I embedded myself up to the hilt in her tightness. A single tear slid out of the corner of her eye, running over her Tiffany necklace—the only thing she wore—before dissipating on the pink tip of her flushed breast.