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"aww, what a good girl," she says softly against my ear, voice warm and low. "just sit still on mommy's cock okay?"

every few moments she gives these tiny, random little thrusts, just enough to nudge that spot inside me and make my clit pulse. her fingers slip between us and start teasing my clit in slow circles.

she leans in and presses a soft kiss to my neck, speaking sweetly, "mm, you're so wet and warm for me baby."

i get too impatient and try to rock my hips once, just a little. her hand comes down in a light, quick slap on my ass.

"mm-mm, no moving."

"mommy... please," i whimper, already sounding wrecked. "i need more... i cant just sit here- please...

“I know, honey. It’s not fair that those girls were so mean to you.”

“Come here, little one. I’ll kiss all the bad thoughts away.”

“Do you need Mommy’s nipple in your mouth? Would that make my little girl feel better?”

her laying my head on her chest as she's playing with my body because the pleasure is too much. "relax baby, mommy's got you. Focus on me"

her reminding me of our safe word when we've had a particularly strenuous scene "How you feeling hun? you can always say the word if you want mommy to stop okay? i won't be mad"

wiping away my tears when i'm completely dazed from my third orgasm "you did so well sweetheart, mommy is so incredibly proud of you. You look absolutely divine like this"

You're so nervous when he picks you up, but he's just as kind in person as he was in your dms, calling you baby and darling and his cute little girl. You're a blushing mess on the passenger seat and when you hit the next red light you try your very best to be brave and take his hand to place it on your thigh. He looks at you, surprised by your boldness and you sheepishly hold up your phone. "Just for the pictures, yes?"

A grin spreads across his face and he squeezes your thigh. "Of course, babygirl, for the pictures." And the rest of the car ride to the hotel his hand comes to rest on your thighs again and again and again. Petting your skin, groping at your softness, inching closer and closer to your pussy each time. You don't even notice it at first. So caught up in taking pictures and videos, already thinking about cute captions, as his hands slide under your skirt, pushing it up further and further until your panties are exposed. Only once his hand cups your pussy do you understand just how far he's gotten.

Your breath hitches and you try to close your legs, to pull your skirt back down but the firm hand around your core won't let you. "Come on sweetheart, don't be shy now. It's just for the pictures, yes? Think you can be a good girl and take a video of yourself grinding against my hand? I would just love to have something like that for my blog," he sweet talks you and maybe you're just naive enough to believe him. He's right, because of course he is. A gif like that, or even a video? That would do so well online. The thought makes you giddy.

Now he’s breaking into your house, grabbing you from behind, throwing you face-down on the floor, and pressing a knife against your throat. You’re genuinely scared for your life — sobbing and trembling as he rips your clothes and forces himself inside you.

"Please- please stop- I thought you were nice you don't have to do this” you cry desperately into the floor while he pins your face down and rapes you hard, pumping deep and rough, the blade digging into your skin with every thrust.