WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE SKIP TO THE DOTTED LINES.
Nida was whimpering on the king sized bed. Her breasts jumped up and down as the President humped her roughly. She bit into the pillow to stop herself from screaming but the President grabbed her hair and jerked her backwards.
He then grabbed her left leg and put it on his shoulder, slamming into her hard. The slapping of his rod against her clit echoed through the room. Nida held in her cries as he finally climaxed and filled up her insides with his cum.
She had been in his room for the past two days, locked in his perverse acts. Her hands were tied to the bedposts and her eyes were dried. They no longer shed tears whenever she was in bed with the President.
