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My cock is throbbing. I stroke it over her pussy, wetting my shaft in her juices, and then I press the head of my cock to her opening.

I’m not sure if I’ll fit. She’s so tight and I’m so big. But it feels incredible.

I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her so bad. I want to feel her come on me, but I want to feel her pussy squeezing the cum from my cock even more.

I press harder. Her pussy lips are quivering, trying to close, but too weak. I don’t stop and I don’t relent. I keep pushing, and I keep pressing. I’m forcing her pussy open, and I’m moving deep inside her. Her wetness is leaking down my shaft, coating me in her juices as I push deeper, deeper, deeper.

I fist my hands in her tits, digging the nails right into the soft flesh until her skin too yields and ten perfect little bloody crescent moons mar her perfect breasts. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen, knowing that she’ll wake in the morning and feel the ghost of me, but not know who it was desecrating her flesh while she slumbered.

I start to fuck her. I fuck her hard, and I fuck her deep. Her pussy is tight, hungry but she’s so wet and welcoming. The sounds her needy cunt makes are obscene – testament to how much she wants this.

Her pussy stretches to accommodate me as I slam my whole length into her relentlessly. Her body is so soft under me, and even though I’m holding her down, she’s not struggling.

She’s accepting me. She’s enjoying this.

Her pussy is squeezing, gripping me, sucking me further inside her. I’m thrusting over and over, fucking her harder, and faster, and deeper. She’s moaning, her body telling me everything I could want to know. She’s loving this.

She’s begging for more.

It’s exhilarating. I’m fucking her like I’ve never fucked anyone before. But she’s not struggling. She’s not trying to stop me. She’s taking everything I give her and her body is begging for more.

My cock is so deep in her pussy I don’t think there’s any more room. I’m all the way in, but I can’t stop myself. I need to keep going, to fuck her senseless.

I grab her thighs and push my hips down, thrusting my cock deeper, and I feel something inside her give way and suddenly I have another inch, another inch that she didn’t even know she had.

She’s moaning louder now. Her breaths are getting frantic. She’s loving this.

I’m pounding her, thrusting into her with everything I have and watching her breasts bounce as they bleed under my nail marks.

I’m unable to resist leaning down and taking her nipples between my teeth. I bite as hard as I fuck, and then I suck the blood from her wounded tits.

I’m fucking her fast and hard, and her tight pussy is milking my cock. I want to come so fucking bad. I groan, the need to fill her making me desperate.

She’s bucking against the bed, and I’m thrusting hard against her hips, pounding into her, my balls slapping against her thighs as I fuck her as deep as I can. I can feel her pussy stealing my cum. It’s hungry, hungry and desperate and I know what I have to do to satisfy it.

I reach down and grab her hair, bunching it in my fist; she doesn’t resist me as I pull her head to one side and expose the long, elegant column of her pretty little neck.

Fuck, she needs a necklace.

I look at the soft skin of her throat, so close to my lips. She’s still moaning and writhing under me but she’s not struggling. She’s accepting my kisses, my teeth. She’s begging for my bite.

I move my head down to her neck and sink my teeth into her skin until I taste her blood on my tongue. She arches her back and moans as I bite down, as she feels my teeth breaking her skin and penetrating her flesh. I bite down and draw her blood into my mouth. I drink from her, tasting the wine of her life, feeling her pulse at my lips and sucking on her, draining her strength.

She’s orgasmic. Her orgasm is tearing through her. It’s so hard and so fucking deep that it triggers my own. I slam my hand down onto her throat, squeezing the life out of her as my cock thrusts and my balls empty. My cum floods into her pussy and I feel her life ebbing away, feel her pussy milking my cock for every last drop.

On the precipice of death, I release her.

Collapsing down on top of her, we both lie there, gasping for breath. Her heart is racing, and I know mine is too.

She’s mine now.

She may not know it, but I do.

And when she wakes in the morning it’ll be irrefutable.

FEELING LIKE I’VE BEEN STRUCK BY LIGHTNING ON REPEAT

‘ESCAPE’ – AZEE

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