Rachel Rubin Wolf

half-Indian girl Swiss Miss might be a stretch.

If he squeezed the life out of me, I’d gladly take that over being raped. He’d already taken me to the precipice. If he pushed, I’d fall, and I might not ever get up again

straddling my hips. He spread my ass cheeks, the head of his dick prodding my entrance before driving into me. My neck arched as I gasped at his intrusion. He caught my throat in his hand, keeping my head against his shoulder