He flipped me over, pinning my wrists above my head and staring down at me with pure dominance. He pulled out with a wet pop and I whimpered, feeling the sudden void. He didn’t let me recover; he grabbed my thighs, shoving them back until my knees were touching my ears, exposing my dripping, stretched-out hole.
“Look at how you’re leaking for me, you filthy slut,” he sneered, before diving back in. He hit my cervix with every single plunge, the sheer girth of his BBC stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. I was sobbing and laughing at the same time, my body convulsing around him. He started talking dirty, calling me a hole, a toy, a useless little slut who existed only to be filled by him.
I loved every word. The verbal abuse only made my walls clench tighter, milking him as he accelerated. He wasn’t just fucking me; he was conquering me. I could feel the skin of my pussy stretching thin, the friction creating a burning heat that felt like heaven. I begged him to go harder, to break me, to ruin me for any other man.
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