ENLARGE
“SHUT...the fuck - up!”
“Heyyyyy…fight me bitch…but YOU’RE all fucking wet…”.
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She looked good. This fact was not lost on her. The effect she had on men was clear from her sophomore year in high-school. David seemed OK. Her sarcasm and egocentric attitude emerged sharp and biting. David didn’t care for sarcasm. Nor did he care for her attitude. He went too far, became rough then brutal. She screamed and fought hard…David continued.
He was fascinated by the moment…when his fingers were inside, his hand knowing the way to make her stop fighting, a small ‘gasp’ escaped her lips. While she squirmed passionately, he felt her hips thrusting against his hand, his slapping a breast ripped a groan from her throat. She fought less now and when he asked, “Are you my fucking whore...?” Moving his fingers faster now she whispered,”yes…I’m your fucking whore...”.
I’ve borrowed (with permission, thanks ST) from a beautiful piece written by”Sexual Tyrannosaurus”.
I feel you’re bordering on dangerous, Sir.
I’ve always offered, “Lets go slow”. I’m safest with, “Lets take our time”.
But now I have a hunger. I need. These needs are fierce, they smell of tears and pain. They ache in my belly. They are primal and they are raw and they are most improper for the many. You know your whore, she is everything she can be for you. But tonight there is a thickness to my blood, thoughts I’ve turned from now crawl down my spine and up my thighs. Grasp my body as though you intend to keep it, take what you need, I’ll be pliant for you, I will beg to be emptied tonight. Empty me. Consume what can I offer for I’m heady, intoxicated with desire.
“Please, my Sir, let go tonight…I want it all”.
Tightly grip my skin. Manage my body to better leverage you deeper inside me. Dig your fingers into me, break my skin, let me taste my blood on your fingers. Leave your mark deep in and on me. Feel me from the inside. Let me know the joy of your body fitted within mine.
I will not disrobe for you, rather tear from me clothing which inhibits your access, stops you from taking me. Should I flinch, strike me across the face. I assure the next sound you hear will be my groaning, a primal cry of arousal. Oh god, I need to hear how much you’re lost in this moment too.
I want to be your whore alone, be owned in the most carnal sense, give you all you want, all you need to take. I need you to grab my hair and slide your grip to the end, then wrap my hair around your fist while roughly yanking my face to yours. Make my eyes meet yours; I will, through tears, confess how desperately lost I am in this love with you…how I need to be your slut as I need to breathe. Make me tell you all my secrets as you hold me, as my body shakes from your touch. As we give one another everything we’ve ever searched for. I will be dark and vacant until you fill me with your essence. I don’t want morning, the sun, until I know we belong to each other.
So fuck me hard. Fuck me dirty. Ride me until you feel my body surrender completely to you. Unbridled. Unfettered. Unrestrained. Leave me ravaged. Leave me bruised. Leave me coated in our juices. Spent. Yes, my Sir, I’m yearning to be loved dangerously…deliciously and thoroughly abused tonight. Throw me against the door. Choke me, slap my face again and again. I don’t want morning, the sun, until I know we belong to each other.
rough-ass fuck. just how she loves to get done. hair yanked hard, cock driven deep, then deeper yet, his balls slapping against her ass, feeling like the slut he calls her, the names take her higher, the heat building in her cunt, clit a throbbing marble, then the orgasm fills her thighs, begins as a spark, and deepens as it takes over her body. her soft tits pushed into a rough, abrasive material, scratching and biting them as she’s rocked back and forth. her hands pinned at the small of her back allowing her the helplessness she needs to taste and embrace.
he hears, ‘cum for me bitch’, and she lets go…groans, ‘OH GAWWWWD’, in a voice of gravel and hell as her orgasm rips from the hair he yanks like rope…to her knees burning on the hard, filthy floor.
quite a girl…
