mysterywriteher: When I started that hand was gripping the top of the couch hard and tight, but I fu
mysterywriteher: When I started that hand was gripping the top of the couch hard and tight, but I fucked the fight right out of you. Now it’s barely hanging there, barely reaching for the spot you were clinging to, like the last bit of hope you had for not being the filthy slut you really know you are. I’ve fucked that hope right out of your eyes. Now all you can do is lay there and take it and love the feeling of getting used, isn’t that right whore? You can keep your hand there if you want. I love to see you struggle with accepting your place a little while I fill you so full of cock that I change your body forever. -- source link