Serial Rapist
You reach back with your right hand and shuffle around in your pocket for that condom you brought.
In your moment of distraction and weakness, Tatana pushes you away and tries to stab you in the eyes with her thumbs and successfully knees you in the balls. You collapse for a moment on top of her; she tries to pull herself from under you.
You recover quickly. You bring you leg up and knee her in the stomach and get another firm grasp on her neck with your left hand. You continue feeling around for the condom as you whisper, "I'll fucking kill you, bitch!"
It's obvious that you overpower her, but Tatana tries her very hardest to pull away from you. Intermittently she swings at you or tries to scream. All of these attempts end momentarily each time you punch her face or choke her.
Your fingers wrap around the condom, and you fumble to split it open and apply the condom. Tatana again pushes against you with all of her strength and manages to pull herself half-way off of the couch and onto the floor. You pin her again and apply the condom.
"Just pretend you enjoy it." You say simply. You job your knees into her side and force her to crawl up close to the wall.
"Ass in the air!" You her the back of her head with your palms for good measure.
She raises her ass in the air and you get a beautiful view of her privates. You have both of her arms pinned to the floor and her face shoved into the cold corner of the abandoned room.
You enter her. You watch her struggle to get away. As she dances and squirms, her pussy stretches and tightens and bobs, which is oddly arousing and very, very pleasurable. You push yourself into her as far as you can go. Tatana yelps and then bites her lip.
"One more sound like that and I'll cut your throat." You promise.
You pull yourself out completely and admire her form, how her vaginal lips had stretched to each side to make an entrance for you. If god really was the designer, he did a marvelous job.
You enter her fully again, satisfies with a half-muffled yelp from the receiver. You push yourself in and out hard, knowing you weren't giving Tatana any pleasure at all. "Moan!" you command her, and press her hands painfully against the floor.
"OooH!" She fakes.
"That's right."
Watching Tatana writhe and fight arouses you. It's surprising to you. It's nothing you've experiences before. You're the largest and hardest you've ever been.
You make her moan and beg for more and fuck her has hard as your body can bear until you feel yourself release. Your body immediately feels weak.
You collapse on top of Tatana satisfied. She must have been able to tell your muscles had given in because she pushes you away, pulls her cloths on without bothering to fasten them and pulls open the stuck door, disappearing.
You don't care.
This has been the best night of your life.
In your moment of distraction and weakness, Tatana pushes you away and tries to stab you in the eyes with her thumbs and successfully knees you in the balls. You collapse for a moment on top of her; she tries to pull herself from under you.
You recover quickly. You bring you leg up and knee her in the stomach and get another firm grasp on her neck with your left hand. You continue feeling around for the condom as you whisper, "I'll fucking kill you, bitch!"
It's obvious that you overpower her, but Tatana tries her very hardest to pull away from you. Intermittently she swings at you or tries to scream. All of these attempts end momentarily each time you punch her face or choke her.
Your fingers wrap around the condom, and you fumble to split it open and apply the condom. Tatana again pushes against you with all of her strength and manages to pull herself half-way off of the couch and onto the floor. You pin her again and apply the condom.
"Just pretend you enjoy it." You say simply. You job your knees into her side and force her to crawl up close to the wall.
"Ass in the air!" You her the back of her head with your palms for good measure.
She raises her ass in the air and you get a beautiful view of her privates. You have both of her arms pinned to the floor and her face shoved into the cold corner of the abandoned room.
You enter her. You watch her struggle to get away. As she dances and squirms, her pussy stretches and tightens and bobs, which is oddly arousing and very, very pleasurable. You push yourself into her as far as you can go. Tatana yelps and then bites her lip.
"One more sound like that and I'll cut your throat." You promise.
You pull yourself out completely and admire her form, how her vaginal lips had stretched to each side to make an entrance for you. If god really was the designer, he did a marvelous job.
You enter her fully again, satisfies with a half-muffled yelp from the receiver. You push yourself in and out hard, knowing you weren't giving Tatana any pleasure at all. "Moan!" you command her, and press her hands painfully against the floor.
"OooH!" She fakes.
"That's right."
Watching Tatana writhe and fight arouses you. It's surprising to you. It's nothing you've experiences before. You're the largest and hardest you've ever been.
You make her moan and beg for more and fuck her has hard as your body can bear until you feel yourself release. Your body immediately feels weak.
You collapse on top of Tatana satisfied. She must have been able to tell your muscles had given in because she pushes you away, pulls her cloths on without bothering to fasten them and pulls open the stuck door, disappearing.
You don't care.
This has been the best night of your life.