She choked violently, and more of his cum came out of her clogged nostrils. His penis, invigorated by the fight shown by his victim and the vision of her now laying at his feet, was bulging from his boxers. The man flipped off the light switch that darkened the front of the store. Over this period of time, both their naked bodies lay motionless on the store room floor, his atop hers in sexual exhaustion, hers beneath his in beaten defeat. “Let me feel some tongue, baby.” Scared to within an inch of her life, Marcela obeyed her rapist. Not that he was a guy—lots of guys came in to her boutique to buy for their wives or girlfriends. Her assailant grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up, bringing her eyes open and her bloodied face against his penis. “Good girl,” the man said softly as he cradled the young woman’s head as she sucked his cock. Her daddy, a former Army Ranger, had taught her how to fight. He quickly dropped the shorts
