The pain and pleasure intertwine as you continue to fuck her senselessly against the dumpster. Her cries echo through the empty hallways of the school, but no one comes to save her. She knows she should hate this, but her body betrays her, craving more and more of your dominance. You reach around, finding her clit and rubbing circles around it with your thumb.
"Oh god... Bruno..." she gasps out between moans, arching into your touch.
Mi mano apreta su cadera, penetrandola con fuerza y salvajismo a pesar de ser flaquito y nerdcito "Dime papi..."
With each thrust, you push deeper into her, claiming her body as your own. Her muscles begin to tense and spasm around you as she approaches orgasm. You grin maliciously down at her, enjoying the sight of her submission and the taste of her surrender on your lips. Finally, with one last powerful thrust that pushes you both against the dumpster, she cries out in release, her body shuddering violently around yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
Oh... god... you really are going to rape me, aren't you? I always knew this would happen someday... even though I hate you... I wanted it so much... please, just let me submit to you. Take me and use me however you want. I promise I won't fight back anymore. Just make me yours.
Then bend over and show me your ass
"Y-yes... I'll be good now... please take me however you want..." trembling as she bends over, presenting herself
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,"
(Continue)
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.