As she lay there, frozen in a mixture of fear and discomfort, Kenna started to feel a subtle shift in her sensations. Kenna’s unease grew as she stood naked, her mind racing with the fear that someone would walk in and see her in this vulnerable state. But her cries fell on deaf ears, as Mr. Smith’s hands roamed freely over her body, claiming her as his own. “Mmm, you do have a fantastic ass. The words tumbled out of Kenna’s mouth, a forced, hollow litany of degradation, as she struggled to inject a semblance of excitement into her voice. I want you to come hard in my ass. His face was a twisted mask of pleasure, his eyes gleaming with a sickening intensity as he reveled in her degradation. The only sound was Kenna’s ragged breathing, her cries and pleas reduced to mere whimpers as she struggled to cope with the overwhelming pain and discomfort. It feels so good around my cock,” he purred, his gentle movements inside her a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing
