Description

As Princess Alice lay crumpled on the bed, her face contorted in agony, her body covered in bruises and marks from the rough anal sex. Martin Spell, standing over her, had a smug grin on his face, his body covered in sweat. Princess Alice's body was tense and rigid, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as Martin thrust into her relentlessly. She could feel every hard, unyielding inch of him inside her, a constant, unrelenting pressure that left her breathless and sore. It was like trying to climb a mountain of shattered glass with bare feet, the pain searing and unrelenting. The pretty brunette's screams echoed off the walls, as she was dominated and ravaged by the force of Martin Spell.