I went out with a guy last night and ended up making out with him back at my apartment. He started reaching his hands under my skirt and working his way up to my breasts and then back down to my inner thighs before lingering on my pussy. He pulled my panties to the side and pushed me up against the wall and slid his cock into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he fucked me hard against the wall, slamming his cock into me, each thrust harder than the last. I warned him I wasn’t on the pill and he would need to pull out. He laughed and purred in my ear that he didn’t care, he wasn’t going to pull out. I tried to argue, but he just slapped one hand over my throat and kept fucking me. Despite myself, I was even more turned on. I loved that he wanted to cum in me so bad, secretly I wanted him to cum in me. My brain didn’t, but I did. I wanted him to claim me as his own by roughly fucking me and then filling me with his seed even though I begged him not to. My hands raked up and down his back, pulling him further into me. I wanted him so bad, all of him. I wanted him to breed me and then leave me panting and red faced from orgasm while his cum trickled out of me and down my thighs. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he growled and thrust his cock as deep into me as it would go, and then fill me up with his cum. I could feel his cock throbbing as he squirted inside of me, and I fucking loved it. He made me love it.
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