Paying for pizza-3

And now it was time for her to make good on her word.

He positioned her on her hands and knees with her head toward the wall. As he mounted her, Marley looked up and saw the picture of her parents and the pastor smiling down at her. He began his thrusts and the faces in the picture shook and waivered each time his strong hips met her ass. She buried her head into the couch. It was humiliating to allow him to use her this way, especially since she’d been so close to letting him come in her mouth.

He swatted her rump with his open palm. She felt a sharp sting, followed by another.

“Say you’re my little whore,” he commanded.

Marley groaned with desire. His cock was big and hard and felt good in her pussy. He was trying to humiliate her, of that much she felt certain. He stopped moving his hips so she squirmed against his groin.

“Say it,” he said. “Say it for me.”

He slapped her ass in the same place and it stung.

“Ow,” Marley said. She felt so hungry. She wanted to tell him to stop trying to humiliate her. She wanted to tell him to keep moving his hips, his cock. She wanted to tell him so many things, but the best she could do was turn her head to him and say “Please, please, please.”