For the bastard that he is, sex is mind-blowing with him, and it grates on me that he isn’t even trying to make it good. It’s a total fluke that my body works with what he’s got. The floor is hard cold wood beneath me, and with his weight and cruel body pressing down on me, it all adds to the discomfort, yet the pleasure too. I can feel every bone chafing against the hard surface with his weight bearing down on me, but I don’t want to change position as my pleasure builds. It’s all ...