Vance still fought the notion that he wanted to be Nastassia’s victim. But he acknowledged her clear intention of abusing him. “I think you like me.”
“You’re a good whipping boy.” She lifted his head, scooted her legs out from under him, and unceremoniously dropped his head on the ground. Standing, she said, “But now I have to take care of this pussy.” She slid her pants down, strapped on her dildo, and let the dildo extend through her fly while she buttoned her pants back.
Matt eagerly crouched and spread his legs slightly to receive Nastassia’s thrusts. When she rammed into him, Vance stood mesmerized by her fiercely striking eyes and mouth. Lean, heightened cheekbones enhanced the cruelty in her expression. Even when she stuck her posterior out and then thrust her pelvis forward to pe
