I need you to cum own me in order to exist. Recently I was approached by a man whom was “typical”, not normally my cup of cum. Dressed in a suit and tie and ready to take me out on the town, fancy dining and drinks, it felt too good to be true!
It didn’t take long for you to turn, a boat ride turned in to torture by the sea, putting a show on for others to watch. I had no chance with you, jekel and hyde evil fuck. Got me with those romantic eyes only to trap me, barely able to get free. Pent up with anger from your misreable life. You were fishing for abuse with a desire to throw me back in when done.
Knocked in and out, tied up and leather bound. Wind flowing through my open legs as you shoved your cock so far deep inside me my screams could be heard miles away. Bloody cum running down my legs, your nubby knife slice me up from the inside out. All the pain running through me, sizzling succle wet pussy pulsating, balls smacking on my swollen bunghole.
Erotic submission while using my ass against me.
Smashing my head against the cold icy bottom of the boat you finger fucked me at rapid speeds. Bouncing buttcheeks, legs spread out and split. Show me your incharge with your hand around my neck, make me beg you to breathe while you bust me, force breed me. Being sold as a young one led me to the love of this, the urge to impregnate and grow my belly just to abuse.
Standing over my brutally beaten naked torn and with a puffed out twisted twat you whipped out that cum soaked cock and pissed all over my face, covering my jizz mouth, forcing me to swallow every drop.
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