CHAPTER 3

Aika’s body was already trembling, pussy clenching hard around the cock buried inside her. Sweat slicked her chest, hair plastered against her damp forehead. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—her moans breaking into sobs as the boy kept slamming into her.

“Stop… please—ahhh, I can’t—” Her voice cracked, half a scream, half a plea.

The boy above her growled, pinning her wrists to the desk. “You’re not stopping. Not when you’re this tight. Not when ...