Broken Into II

“YOU… you can’t,” she stammered, but the words were weak, her voice trembling.

He pulled down his jeans, his boxers following, revealing the full glory of his erection. It was a dark, formidable club, veined and throbbing, glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Nancy stared, a gasp catching in her throat.

“Oh, I can,” he countered, his voice a low growl, pushing her legs apart. “And you want me to, don’t you?”

His hand, warm and calloused, cupped her pussy, ...