Ethan

I’d shove her fucking face into my pillow to shut her up, as I stretch her pretty, pink cunt. After months of stalking her, I’d finally get to put my hands on those glorious fucking tits. That perfect, bitchy little princess breaking under me as I’d rail her tight slit. Shit, she’d probably be sobbing into my sheets, begging for me to stop. Begging for her parents. Begging for anyone to hear her cries for help. Fuck, hearing her muffled screams through the pillow, and having to force her down callously would make me thrust faster. Harder. Shit, I’d tear that cunt up. But I’d need more.

I’d lick a finger and bury it between her ass, pressing against her asshole. I’d feel her freeze momentarily before she desperately tries to stop me. She’d try everything. She’d scream louder, try pathetically to shake me off, anything. Fuck, she could never change a thing. She was always destined to be kidnapped and raped by a stranger. And she was always destined to feel my finger pushing into her tight ass while I brutally slam every fucking inch of my shaft into her pathetic cunt. Shit, as I'd push into her, I’m sure her cunt would clamp down hard around my cock. It’d be worth traumatising that dumb whore just to feel that premium fleshlight massage my length. 

I’d push in deeper, threatening to end her and her family if she dared tell anyone. Not that she’d be able to. She’d be impossibly tight around me. I’d want her to thank me for giving her a new experience. That she should really fucking convince me if she wants her family to stay safe. That if I don’t cum hard in the next minute, I’d do it anyway. She’d start pathetically and weakly dancing her ass around my cock. It wouldn’t make her cunt any tighter but watching her flail wildly in a desperately fearful attempt to make me cum would make me do just that. I’d deposit every last drop of sperm from my balls into her distressed fuckhole.