Rape of a pregnant woman

"Let me go. What are you doing?" she screamed, straining her voice, as Roland twisted her arms and dragged her toward the bed. Her large belly hindered her movement, and with her arms pinned back, it was even more difficult. The maternity dress clung to her stomach like a balloon.

Roland silently handcuffed one wrist, then the other—and now Annalina was firmly secured to the headboard. What to do?!?..

Tear-filled eyes, makeup smeared across her face. A beautiful, young, and frightened blonde in the hands of a muscular guy who was beside himself.

Roland grabs Annalina by the chin and barks right in her face:

"Shut up,

bitch! Close your mouth!"—and unzips his pants.

Annalina tries to fight back and kick, but their strength is unequal, and the guy easily restrains her. Then he positioned himself as comfortably as possible, with the result that his erect cock ended up in front of her face, and he thrusts his cock right into Annalina's throat.

"Come on, suck it properly."

In Annalina's eyes, a plea not to continue, but Roland can no longer stop, he is insanely aroused.

"No, please... don't..."

"Yes, we must, darling, we must."

She gags, she can't breathe anymore, starts to feel nauseous. But Roland pays no attention to this whatsoever and continues with rough, powerful thrusts.

With one hand, he takes hold of the back of her head and starts helping her make rhythmic movements, setting the pace. His other hand slips under the black bra and begins to stroke and painfully squeeze her breast. The polka-dot dress rode up, exposing her knees. Tears stream down Annalina's cheeks.

"Stop crying, you're a grown woman."

Roland savagely violates the mouth of the helpless girl. He is very aroused, his heart is pounding wildly.

"Ooh... what a hot little mouth you have... oh—oh—oh..."

A couple of minutes later, Roland unclasps the handcuffs and Annalina gets up.

"Could you at least not come in my hair, you jerk?" she grumbles, rubbing her wrists. "Do you think it's easy to wash that out later?"

"Come on, darling. It was awesome, admit it," Roland says.

"Next time, it'll be how I want it. We could invite another couple, try it with them, the four of us."

"Oh, have you been thinking about that for a long time?"

"Long enough," smiles Annalina, pulling off the now unnecessary maternity dress and throwing a robe over her shoulders. Then she sits down at the dressing table and starts cleaning up the mascara streaks under her eyes. "So? Agreed?"

"Agreed," Roland mumbles, falling asleep. "And what couple?"

"Well, remember that nice couple we met recently at the club? The ones who were also complaining a bit about their intimate life and the lack of new things in it?"

"Yeah, yeah... Don't forget to turn off the light..." the guy grumbles sleepily. "Time to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow..."

"Uh-huh. Early," Annalina yawns and goes to turn off the light, then heads to the bathroom. They played well today. But next time, everything will be exactly how she wants it. Mmmm, maybe even come up with something new and interesting with costumes...