can't be fucked editing

If a man was there with you, he was thinking about fucking you.

If he could have gotten away with it, he would have.

If you didnt want it, it wouldn't matter.

It might sound cruel, but its just how men are wired. Girls are sexy when theyre scared. They feel better when they fight back. We cum harder when you dont want it.

"She will never admit this but she is hoping you will just man up and rape her. And I don't mean pin her down. No, pick her up and throw her over your shoulder. Throw her on the bed. Slap her because she is about to say something. I understand a reluctance to hit women. But she needs it. If she could communicate like an adult, she'd tell you that."

You blush on his lap. He wasn't wrong. Sometimes you just needed to be reminded that you were tiny to him. That he was bigger, stronger, faster, and meaner. You were just a helpless little toy in his hands. The memories floating back.

"Tear her clothing. Yank. If she resists, slap her. That is the language she understands right now. It's the language she needs. Isn't that right dear?" You nod, your blush growing with the wetness between your legs.