Jenny went upstairs and opened Rosa’s bedroom door. There were so many bruises on her arms, thighs, and neck it was hard to believe one man did it all. After about a hour, Rosa got out of the tub, dried off, and put on her clothes. Big Boy lined his meat up with her pink hole and pushed himself in, slowly at first before picking up speed and ramming her hard again. “Is it okay for me to sit here?” she asked. “I want you doggy style. Rosa cried quietly into her panty gag. “Did they both rape you?” her daughter asked. If she did, he’d beat her up and fuck her anyway. Rosa’s father was in jail for the next twenty years because someone didn’t keep their trap shut and needed to be body bagged. The headboard creaked and slammed against the wall. His white teeth shone peeking out from his dark face. Big Boy took a hand off her throat and brushed over Rosa’s titties, pulling and tugging the nipples.
