Alice watched the video play back on her phone, cringing slightly at the bruises already forming on her pale skin. But the ache in her muscles and the marks left behind gave her a perverse sense of satisfaction. This was her choice, her path now. She wondered what her father would think if he stumbled across one of her videos online. The thought both thrilled and horrified her. Part of her wanted him to see, to know exactly what she'd become since dropping out. To shock him, to hurt him like he'd hurt her. Her heart was still racing from the encounter with Martin. She couldn't believe what had happened between them. She was gasping for air the entire time Martin Spell was fucking her, her vision blurring at the edges. Waves of pleasure and pain mingled as he thrust relentlessly. Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red trails. He growled and tightened his grip on her throat, pushing her to the edge. She was drowning in sensation, lost in a haze of lust and adrenaline. As the pressure built to a crescendo, she wondered hazily if she could take his entire cock in her tiny mouth. She did. He fucked her throat deep and came inside her mouth!