AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh holy shit. Baby Girl Im about to blow a fucking load.

I need this Jeff to grab me by the hair, slam to the fucking concrete, yank my skinny jeans down and cut off my panties with his knife - slicing the backs of my thighs until theyre leaking so much blood it stains the ground beneath me.

I need him to press his large hand to the back of my neck - keeping me pinned in place while his thick and flushed cock rubs between my folds, collecting slick - the slick that's running down my thighs and mixing with my blood.

I need him to fuck me with the tip of cock - grunting - before he slams to the hilt in one go; stretching me so wide I can't breathe - eyes rolling as I can do nothing but whimper beneath him when he starts pounding.

Not even thrusting - fucking pounding me into the concrete - rough ground scraping against my hands as I try to steady my self against him - the deep and absolutely brutal strokes of his dick against my walls.

But it'd be too much and I know he'd call me pathetic for sobbing while his cock absolutely destroys me.

I need him to force my ass up so he can fuck into my cunt even deeper - stealing the air from my lungs as his hands start squeezing my throat - lack of oxygen intensifying every motion of his. Every filthy fucking word. Every grunt. Every moan. Even the obscene slick sounds between my thighs as he fucking ruins me.

I need him to press me to the ground with his body - trapping me beneath him as his hips slam into mine - tearing absolutely obscene and whorish moans from my lips.

And then?

I'd cum so fucking hard on his cock - so hard I'd black out; the only thing I'd be able to feel is my pussy clenching on his dick as he slams into me harder than before. His hands on my throat - his teeth on my lips as he arches my body for a filthy fucking kiss as my vision burns white; body convulsing.

I'd be happy to die then and there.

And he wouldn't stop fucking me until he cums. Deep. Hard. Filling me up so nicely that I'll never be able to forget him.