It's a typical Friday night and you find yourself bent over, his hand grabbing your hair in his fist as he pounds you against the wall of the house. Music from the party downstairs drowns out your moans. At least you hope it does. He pulls your head back whispering in your ear that you are a whore, a slut a cock sleeve. Downstairs your friends are wondering where you've gone

You were drunk you couldn't consent. That's what you repeat to yourself as you slide down on his thick shaft, your wet pussy easily taking him, your hips pushing back as he thrusts into you. Each thrust stretches you. His strong hands are on your tits playing with your nipples like you're an amusing toy. Your moans escaping everytime he thrusts up into you.

You needed this, you were lonely, you say to yourself as he slides into you late on a Thursday night his hand on your throat pinning you down to your bed. His hard cock stretches you with each thrust. In compete control as he fucks you how he wants to fuck you.

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