His foot pressed firmly on the back of her head, mashing her cheek into the cold floor. XXX Wallen stood up and observed her suddenly limp body. His facial hair grinded painfully into Val’s lips, but she resisted retracting from their mouth-to-mouth wrestling match. The bathroom was off to the side, and it, too, was large with a bath tub and a showering stall. “Did you want to stop, ‘trainee?’ Is this too hard for you to bear?” His anger was frighteningly real, as was the glare he was giving her. He played with the bright red hairs before grabbing and pulling hard on them. He played with the bright red hairs before grabbing and pulling hard on them.
