- like she was barely holding herself together as is.

- massive shaft forcing the redhead to stretch for him. Forcing her to take him womb deep. Wasn't hard to guess what else she wanted from him after that.

"Oh, you want that, huh? Have me really take you for myself?" he would tease. It's not like he didn't know the answer. Shit, Tiffany looked -

Surely she expects to be held to that? For him to decide she's going to be his little fucking fleshlight to be battered and used at his leisure?

Please, of course she did! She wouldn't have wanted him otherwise!

And he was prepared to make sure she fucking felt that shit too! Every inch of -

- he?

Not with how tightly she's clenching around him in her desperation.

Good idea...

- her goddamn womb being pounded against to consider it one way or another. She can cling to him all she wants, it wasn't going to make much difference.

Hell, she wants to be owned, doesn't she?

There had to be a part of her deep down that would have expected as such from him. Marcus wasn't shy, nor quiet, about his wants and expectations. Being straight about it tended to get him what he wanted just as much as force did.

Then again, Tiffany might have been too lost in the feeling of -