Rape phone sex fantasies

He was supposed to protect me and keep me safe, but instead he was choking me out and telling me not to fucking speak! I was terrified, but the way he was handling me turned me on more than I wanted to admit. We were inside a closet down at the porn studio, surrounded by cleaning supplies and clean mop heads. He pulled his cock out, forced me to my knees, and spit on it. “Put it in your mouth you fucking whore!” He snapped, slapping me hard in the back of the head. I gasped as he pushed me forward, and his cock got shoved all the way to the back of my throat. I tried to push away even though I liked it, but there was nowhere to go. I was trapped, his more willing than resistant victim. He started molesting my tits, pulling them out. “You owe me this.” He growled in my ear as I cried over it, quietly. Before I knew what was happening he pulled my mouth off of his cock, bent me over, and started pounding into me so fucking hard I knew they must have heard us all the way in the studio! I was moaning out, even though his hand was clamped tighter than my cunt over my mouth. I wanted it now, and he was going to fucking give it to me.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

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