Debt

by Nina G. Jones

he grabs a handful of my breast, kneading the meat until he arrives at the peak and tugs on the nipple with his fingertips.

Yuck. Not the way to describe soft breasts.

His dick fills me, hitting so deep into my womb, it borders on pain.

The womb is not the vagina. Its closed off by the cervix. No dick enters the womb. You would think a woman would know this.