Chapter 48 Khalida

• Van Dyke was brutally f*cking Khalida who moaned in earnest as he pounded her, his thick shaft, sheathed in a rubber, making her wince. He was insatiable, but there was an edge to his passion like he was furious, thought the wh*re dully as she cried out. Van Dyke grabbed a handful of her hair, for he was riding her doggie style and he snarled,
• “Not a f*cking sound, c*nt.”
• He was cruel and she did not enjoy the entire session. But later, when she was kneeling before him, cleaning him up, he mumbled, his head thrown back, the thick column of his neck exposed as he said it,