My favourite lie.

I love it when you fight.

Arms too weak to pry my hands off of your wrists, or pull my fingers from groping bruises into your chest.

Nails too brittle to dig into flesh, they snap and bend against my skin in submission, your hope is next.

I feel you bite on my tongue, your cries stifled into my mouth, echoing into nothing.

Your pretty little throat is hoarse from screaming, begging, pleading.

Yet I can feel your hips buck into mine, I can feel your tight slick cunt clench and wring every inch of me.

I push in further, ramming more, pressing deeper and deeper into you, stretching and prying you apart as my throbbing tip kisses your cervix.

A slow steady rhythm.

Your thighs collide against mine, I feel you shudder with every thrust, breaking beneath me.

Arms that battered and pushed against me now pull me in closer.

Fingers that raked across me now cling on to dear life.

That rasping voice which clawed at the air, desperate to latch onto the ears of someone, anyone that could help now hums and whines thoughtlessly into our kiss.

I don't just want to rape you, I want to fuck you until you love me.

How much you "don't want it" How I'm "sick, disgusting, perverted" As much as your face contorts into screams.

Welled tears pool and run down your cheeks. You thrash and writhe in grip. The truth is that you're wet... soaked even.

You wanted me to throw you against the wall, strip you, demean you.

Your clothes cling to your skin in the rain, I delight in the thought that I get to pry them off of you.

Your screams echo against the brick and bounce into the night.

My cock throbs when it hears your shrill protest, pushing against your sopping cunt when I coil my fingers around your throat and squeeze.

You squirm and twitch desperately when I line up to your needy soaked slit, and for a second I feel you freeze when I push its swollen head in.

Practically impaling you on its length, every push seems to drag more than you could imagine as I piston into you.

Those ceaseless screams becoming stifled moans.

Hear me out.

Feeling them whimper and yelp beneath me, tears streaming down their face and tickling my palm which is clamped over their pretty mouth as the other strokes their hair, my arms swallowing their frame as I hug them tight to me.

Frail arms which pry at my wrists and weakly pound and claw at my back.

Plump tight cunt that clenches around my cock as they panic, the sound of their muffled crying is drowned out by my calm and unshaken "Shhhhhhhh"

Crying and begging gives way to hitched breaths and panicked panting, breathing in time to every push and thrust, soon the sounds of her wet cunt will be louder than her pleading.

The only thing better than her wet slit, made tighter by her panic or her angelic tears are the sounds of her stifled moans, desperate to hide that despite it all.

She's loving every second.

~ lobotomy

~ an older man

~ euthanasia

~ an older man

~ new piece of makeup???

~ an older man

~ new piercing

~ an older man

~ hair down to my waist

i need a older man who isnt lustful and cares for my mental health and my well being!

i need a older man who isnt lustful and cares for my mental health and my well being!