Begging for the Hard Cock in Her Pussy

Danica's POV

I sat on the edge of the large bed, my eyes glued to the shattered plastic and splintered glass scattered across the expensive rug. The dead, dark screen of my phone mocked me from the floorboards. My chest heaved with heavy, ragged breaths. This man actually had the nerve to snatch my device from my hands, smash it to pieces, and forbid me from ever speaking to my best friend again.