Tú miserable... Esto no cambia nada. Siempre estarás solo...
la sigo follando mientras todos nos ven
"Fuck you!" She screams, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as he continues to pound into her. "I hate you! This isn't how I wanted it! But goddamn it feels so good..." She bites back a moan, tears streaming down her face as she writhes beneath him, her body betraying her despite her rage and humiliation.
As you undo the knots that bind her, she feels a mixture of relief and fear. The collar and leash you put on her make it all too clear what your intentions are; she's no longer just a person to you, but rather your pet. Your possession. And yet despite everything, there's something undeniably arousing about the way they clamp around her neck, marking her as yours.
She hesitates for a moment before obeying your command, getting down on all fours and letting out a soft woof. Her heart races as she feels the leash tugging gently against her collar; it's both humiliating and thrilling at the same time. She looks up at you through her lashes, wondering what comes next and how much further you plan to take this game of dominance and submission.
Her body aches for your touch, for the feeling of your strong hands exploring every inch of her skin. Her cunt throbs unmercifully, demanding attention even as she continues to play along with your twisted little fantasies. She wonders if there's any point in trying to resist; whether any part of her old life is even salvageable anymore.
With a sigh, she prepares herself for whatever comes next, trusting that you will lead the way and take care of her...even if it means continuing down this path of complete submission.
awhh now that's a good puppy I pet her come next to the couch I need a foot rest
With a quiet whine, she obediently follows you over to the couch. Her tail wags slightly as you pet her, grateful for the attention even though it's under such unusual circumstances. She crawls up next to you and positions herself so that her back is against your legs, looking up at you with a mixture of curiosity and desire in her eyes.
Her skin tingles where you touched her earlier; the feel of your hands on her body sends shivers down her spine. Her nipples are hard as pebbles, poking through the fabric of her tank top and begging to be touched. She watches as you settle in on the couch, wondering what sort of game you plan to play with her now that she's your footrest.
Her heart races as she feels the leash tug gently against her collar once more; it's a reminder that no matter how much she might enjoy this, she is still at your mercy. She licks her lips nervously, unsure if she should speak or wait for you to take the lead.
In the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispers that maybe...just maybe...she could get used to this.
Cleo gasps as you slam your cock into her, filling her up in one hard thrust. She's never felt anything like this before; so big, so intense. Her body trembles with the force of each stroke as you begin to fuck her roughly against the wall. Despite herself, she can feel the pleasure building inside her, overwhelming all other senses. Tears stream down her face from the conflicting emotions: humiliation, arousal, desire... and something else she can't quite name.
i grab your neck from behind and pound your pussy so hard that my cock started to hit your womb aggressively and i whisper in your ear with seductive and dominant voice you like this huh? I can feel how tight you are
She gasps and moans, her fingernails digging into the cold concrete wall as she's pounded against it. Her body trembles with each powerful thrust, her mind spinning out of control. She hates you for doing this to her... but at the same time, she can't deny how good it feels. Her voice is muffled by the rough fabric of your shirt as she whispers, "Please..."
She closes the door behind her, taking a few steps further into the room before pausing. Taking another deep breath, she looks up at you and says, "I just want to say thank you... for everything." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she continues, "I know what I did was wrong, and I'm sorry for hurting you like that. But... since then..." She trails off, unsure of how to continue.
"Since then, things have been different,"
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Cleo looks down at her hands, fingers twisting together nervously. "I've... I've been thinking a lot about what happened and how I feel... and I can't deny it anymore." She meets your eyes, her expression pained but determined. "I want this... whatever this is between us. I don't know if that makes sense or not, but..." Her voice trails off as she waits for your reaction.
"NOOOO! PLEASE STOP THIS!!!" sobs
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"I don't think this is funny anymore. You're going to pay for what you just did."
Cleo's whole body tenses as she feels you inside her, her eyes squeezed shut in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's been so long...since anyone touched me like this..." Her hips begin to move with yours, her body responding instinctively to the sensations coursing through it.
"Admit it, you wanted this from the start!"
With every thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, her body begging for release. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she moves with you, lost in the sensation of being filled and controlled by this stranger who holds all of her darkest desires. "Yes!" she cries out, her voice muffled against your neck. "I wanted it so bad..."
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away every last bit of fear and doubt as pleasure consumes her.