must be the place

getting fucked by your buddies in the trunk of a station wagon on a night drive through the desert, high to the point that you can't form a complete sentence and pinned uncomfortably in the cramped space while your friends fuck you raw, punctuating their sexual aggression with a neverending stream of verbal beratement. this goes on for hours - when you're yanked up by your sweat- and filth-soaked hair to give the driver and passengers a good look, you catch a glimpse of the sprawling darkness outside. it looks no different than it did an hour ago, or two hours, or three. you feel like you're in purgatory.

"Look at that! It fits perfectly, like you were just made for me" said with a sickly sweet tone as you are practically sobbing from the painful feeling of having your asshole stretched far beyond what you're used to

gagging is cute because its cute when girls are uncomfortable and struggling through it

god i love being humiliated for being turned on. "ohh, you like that?" "are you actually getting off on this?" "ohh did that do something for you sweetheart?" hhhbhhbbh

wanna stroke her hair and call her a good girl while she gags and drools on my strap

in the mood to be slipping my fingers into a girl's mouth to keep her quiet. cooing “that’s better, isn’t it?” while she nods, eyes all glassy as she tries to take them in even deeper.

why is being told explicitly not to cum and then being forced to cum by their hand the hottest thing imaginable. telling me not to cum and holding a vibe to my clit. telling me I don't have permission but u don't stop finger fucking me. goddamn

there’s something so degrading about getting inspected - having hands holding your hips down and spreading your legs and fingers slipping into your messy holes and “oh... you’re so WET- you DO like this-“ and even if you struggle to close your legs and argue that you dont, why do you keep making these desperate little noises as they touch you?

The little gasp when the tip gently slips into your hole punctuated a split second layer by an equally surprised and panicked scream when the rest is forced inside you so much harder and rougher than you were expecting, making your legs spasm and tears form in your eyes, your little hole overwhelmed by the painful, uncomfortable bliss.

Thinking about blowing someone who keeps hitting me to motivate me. No matter how much I try, they keep slapping me and telling me to do a better job, until I’m sobbing and choking myself stupid trying to please them. I want them to tell me they wouldn’t have to hurt me if I could just be better. I want them to slap me until I can’t see straight and then fuck my face because it’s the only thing I’m good for.

it hurts? ask me to stop, then. say please. god, yeah, just like that. fuck, you’re so cute. keep going, i’m close. i know it’s too much, baby. you can kick and scream. do you need help screaming? you’re pretty when you’re scared. oh, are you crying? you’re so good to me.

fucking a girl so good all her sobbing pleads come out like "nooohoho, plehehease..." clenching my fists just thinking about it

forced anal… bent over the nearest surface with no escape… the pleas as you realize what they’re doing… trying so hard to stay still and make it easier on yourself as youre stretched…

I’m so obsessed with the idea of someone deliberately trying to make sex painful & uncomfortable for me. Not letting me touch myself. Putting me in positions that cause the most discomfort. Reminding me that it’s supposed to hurt, that it makes them feel good to hurt me, and don’t I want to make them feel good? I want to thank them through my tears for letting me suffer for them, thank them for hurting me, and watch them cum inside my broken, bruised body.