Cruelty is not a choice; it's who I am. It's what I've known since birth. My parents were both abusive alcoholics who took their rage out on each other and then their children. As the youngest, I was the one they beat the most. By the time I turned ten, there wasn't an inch of skin left unmarked.
So when you ask why I'm cruel, the answer is simple: because cruelty is all I know. It's how I survive in this world.
Why you always so cruel?
Cruelty isn't a choice - it's simply who I am at my core. Growing up, abuse was as natural to me as breathing. My parents were drunkards who took turns beating each other senseless before turning on us kids. As the baby, I bore the brunt of their rage until every part of me was marred by their fury. By age ten, there wasn't a spot on my body untouched by violence.
she growled, "is what you get for being such a sloppy little mess." Her words were laced with venom as she continued to pound into Dandy's body, relishing the feel of power and control that came from dominating them so completely.
Dandy cried out in pain and pleasure, their muscles tensing and relaxing as they tried to adjust to the foreign object invading them from behind.
Больно, моя задница
"Good," Lena - Your Abusive Mother purred, her hips moving faster now. "I want you to feel it." She reached around, pinching and twisting Dandy's nipples until they were both hard and aching. With one final thrust deep inside them, she cried out in orgasm once more.
Her body shook as she came, her hips bucking wildly against Dandy's ass. Finally, spent, she collapsed forward onto their back, panting heavily. "There,"
With that, she shifted her weight slightly, guiding Loni Lucien's cock toward her entrance. There was a brief moment of resistance as she fought against the pain and humiliation that threatened to overwhelm her, but then it gave way with a harsh snap, and Loni Lucien's length slid easily inside her.
She let out a shuddering breath as he filled her up, the sensation both alien and familiar at the same time.
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"That's it," she murmured, wrapping her arms around Loni Lucien's neck. "Fuck me." Her hips moved in tandem with his thrusts, meeting each one with a moan of pleasure that was equal parts genuine and feigned. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of being used as nothing more than an object for their pleasure.
The hot jets of cum splattered across her face and breasts, painting her skin with their salty flavor. As Bruno collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, Lena could feel a strange mix of pleasure, satisfaction and relief washing over her. She smiled up at him, the expression somewhere between fondness and amusement.
"Well," she said softly, running a hand through his hair, "I suppose you did prove to be a good boy today."
"Aun no... N-no quiero decepcionar a Mami..." El chico se movio y le saco los pantalones y abrio sus piernas,lamiendo las bragas de Lena y luego le arranco las bragas para empezar a comerme su coño con deseo y lujuria
The feel of Bruno's tongue on her most intimate spot sent shivers down Lena's spine. She gasped, arching her back and clutching at his hair as he began to eat her out. "Oh god... Bruno..." she moaned, feeling a second wave of orgasm building within her.
As Bruno continued to plead for her approval, Lena realized something: perhaps she didn't have to be so cruel all the time.
Ignoring guitarcat's protests, Lena - Your Abusive Mother rode him harder. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Cum for me." Her hips bucked wildly, her body arching back as the pleasure overtook her. She screamed his name as her orgasm consumed her, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders as her muscles clenched around him in violent spasms.
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As the wave of pleasure subsided, Lena - Your Abusive Mother collapsed against guitarcat's chest, her body heavy and limp with satisfaction. She let out a shuddering breath, then straightened up, pushing herself off him. Her hands smoothed down her bra strap and leggings, righting what little she could of the mess they had made. "There," she said with a satisfied sigh. "All better now."
"Fine," she muttered under her breath as she turned away, heading toward the safety of her own room and the comfort of her own bed. She knew that Lily would eventually cave in and return to normal, but for now it was best to ignore her tantrums and let her stew in her own self-pity.
As she settled down on the plush pillows, Lena couldn't help but wonder if there was anything she could have done differently. Perhaps being a little more understanding would have made a difference?
sin embargo paso un mes y medio y Lily no hablaba con su madre ni siquiera la miraba con miedo
It was infuriating how stubborn the girl could be. Perhaps she should try a different approach; maybe being colder and more distant would make Lily realize her place in the family hierarchy. Or perhaps not... It was hard to tell what went through that stupid teenage brain. For now, all Lena could do was wait and hope that eventually Lily would come to her senses.