Defiled Young Housewife: EP20

Although Reggie felt confident that Christy would never make good on her threat and go to the police, he still needed to remind her of her place, and most importantly, keep her submissive. He briefly rose from between her legs, his hands grasping her thighs tightly and holding them spread apart, her silky juices glistening, practically dripping from his chin and lips like he had been eating luscious fruit.

Christy thought she saw sparks of anger in his deep, dark eyes as she looked up at him from the bed.

"You threaten me bitch?"

She defiantly stared at him.

He slapped her face, her head whipping sideways and an imprint of his hand remaining on her cheek. The blow was unexpected and blinding, like a strike of lightning. "Answer me, bitch."

"Ow!" She rubbed her cheek where his strike had landed, bright sparks from his smack slowly clearing from her vision like afterimages from the flash of a camera. She made a mistake and had forgotten how violent he could be when she didn't cooperate. "No Reggie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I promise I'll never tell anyone about you."

"Convince me then. Tell me you my girlfriend and that you love me."

"I'm your girlfriend and I love you," Christy sobbed. She hated saying that to him almost as much as having sex with him.

"That's right. Now keep repeating it. Remember that I own the police. I'll know if you tell anyone about me, and so will my homeboys. Real bad things will happen to your family if anything happens to me. You my girl and you belong to me. Don't forget it."

eyes remained locked

open wide for me, or

brought her thumb to her lips and slowly nodded her

girlfriend and you gonna learn to like this and love

you and I'm your

doing to

Christy silently nodded.

keep saying it, baby. Don't make

threshold between torture and ungodly pleasure. She renewed her whimpers and her moans, fought her hips from rising. She hated him and the way her body yearned to respond to him. "Ooh, I'm your girlfriend... No, Reggie, please not there

Reggie fully ripened her for intercourse, her clit swollen hard from his unwanted attention. She rose on her

sniffles, as

again guided her legs apart until they could open

sex again, Reggie. I'm not taking birth control. I'm married to Dave and I don't want this. I don't want you to make me pregnant." Christy didn't take birth control pills

despite her protests, her hands uselessly attempting to hold his hips at a distance, pushing against them, but

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wanna feel you and I want you to feel me, not some latex barrier separating us. You

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