"My daughter is a proper, god-fearing woman!"
Your daughter likes to be spit on and hit in the mouth while she's being fucked. And the only thing she fears is disappointing me.
Guess I'm God then.
Nice to meet you.
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"My daughter is a proper, god-fearing woman!"
Your daughter likes to be spit on and hit in the mouth while she's being fucked. And the only thing she fears is disappointing me.
Guess I'm God then.
Nice to meet you.
Just shut the fuck up and let me fuck this baby into you
Aftercare is leaving a small light on in the basement when you're done because they're scared of the dark
The sooner you accept that I should be in control.
The better off you're going to be....
I'm going to get you high until you pass out and use you like a little lifeless fuckdoll
Friendly reminder:
In the eyes of your government, the word civilian is a nicer way to say "expendable collateral damage".
Keeps the sheep docile.
Smear her makeup across the mirror while you hold her face against it and take what's yours
The sooner you accept that I should be in control.
The better off you're going to be....
If you just stopped crying, the night would be so beautiful. The moon is so bright, the air is warm but not humid, the sound of the river is so relaxing... Or it would be, if you weren't crying like a bitch. Thank God nobody can hear you, it's really embarrassing how loud you're being... especially because you keep fucking cumming. As I inch closer, trying to find the best angle at which to spear your insides, I grip your face in one hand and turn it to one side, then the other. I'm trying to find your prettiest angle, your makeup running down your cheeks with your tears, glimmering in the moonlight.
I almost can't believe you came with me here. I mean, you had to know it was dangerous. How many times have you heard not to be isolated like this? Yet here you are. I guess I should be thankful you're stupid enough to trust me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be balls deep inside you right now, and I wouldn't get to hear how sweet you sound when you cry.
I wonder when our friends are gonna come look for us. We've been gone for quite a while, I'm sure they're suspicious... But everyone knows we're into each other. Everyone sees the looks you shoot my way. I'm only doing this because you tempted me. I don't think anyone suspected that I'd rape you tonight, in the middle of the woods, in the middle of a bonfire with so many of our friends around... Of course, none of them can hear you cry. Nobody else gets to taste your tears. I'm the only one who gets to feel you squeeze around my long, thick inches, cumming over and over again, making such a mess in the dirt beneath this tree. Just me.
And when I'm done, of course, you'll follow me back meekly, won't you? You'll make something up about your makeup. You'll come sit next to me at the fire and feel the ache between your legs and pray that nobody notices the dark spot between your legs where my cum is leaking from your stretched out holes. Naturally, you want this. I might be your rapist but only because I know you need to feel me impale you. I'm doing you a favor, don't you see? Why would I be sorry?
So stop fucking crying, or you'll find something a lot sharper than my hand at your throat.
she’s so pretty she still looks like an angel while i’m doing the most depraved and ungodly things to her
tw : simon fucks you till you piss yourself.
your cunt gushes obscenely with every deep thrust of simon's hips, both of your arms behind your back with a single large hand of his.
his cock, heavy and pulsing inside of you, thumps against your cervix each time he humps your ass, sloshing around the old loads of his cum that he already dispensed within your pussy.
he has you on your knees, chest against the bed, your nipples stiff and dry from the constant stimulation. its painful, he's had you come several times around him, finding enterainment in the way you so easily can gush around him with a flick of his fingers on your clit.
"shiimon," you slur out, muffled in the sheets damp with your slick and tears and other fluids. simon stops his ruthless pounding on your cunt, opting for a harsh grind balls deep against your cervix, teasing the already battered and bruised tissue.
"tha's tha shit huh, baby?" he says lowly, almost out of breath. "enjoyin' yourself?"
you whine at his teasing, attempting to hide yourself into the ruined pillows before simon is slapping a heavy hand onto the sensitive flesh of your asscheek, already red with his hand print. he can be so mean sometimes.
you're not given a warning before simons laying his entire 250 pound pure hardened muscle of a body onto your much more sensitive and fragile one, screaming helplessly as the last inch of his cock that you always struggle to take slides in forcefully, pressing painfully against your cervix as if he was on a mission to break it and pass through into your womb.
if only.
with his body weight fully on top of you, youre given no choice but to go limp and flat against the mattress, your tummy and breasts digging into the material. simon lets out a throaty moan when your cunt squeezes around him, cock twitching upwards into what feels like must be your guts as you messily cum on his cock, your juices leaking out around him and creating an even bigger mess on his and your thighs.
"thats it girl, good girl," he praises, his hips tight against your ass. he leans down, his chest against your back so he can lay open-mouthed kisses against your earlobe, relishing in the way you shiver and attempt to squirm away from the overwhelming stimulation.
simon begins rocking his hips once more, slowly. feeling your walls open and close with every in and out of his movement. the peace is there for a moment, you're quiet and almost comatose from how good he's fucking you until simon becomes discontempt with your silence and hes angling his hips and pulling out until his tip is hardly inside of you and slamming back inside to the hilt.
its with the new angle that your back is forced to arch, pressure elevated to your lower tummy and as result your bladder.
its then that you begin to really panic. thrashing wildly and sobbing for simon to stop, clawing at his hand that is holding yours.
"s-simon! 'm gunna pee!" you cry, face hot as summer sun from pure embarrassment.
simon only scoffs, smiling lightly at your panicking. but he doesnt move. he instead uses his forearms to hold himself up, using his weight and slamming his hips against your ass with a lewd "plap plap plap".
youre wailing at this point. his ruthless thrusts force your tummy against the mattress, the immense pressure of his tip plunging against your cervix, proves to be too much for you. youve taken everything he's given you, letting him wear you like a fleshlight until youre nearly bursting at the seams, but this is too much.
"simon!" you warn one last time, sobbing and trying to push yourself upwards and away from him. with one final aimed thrust to your cervix, the dam breaks loose, your eyes rolling to the back to your head as you tremble and your muscle contract painfully as you cum once more, except instead the water isnt a small trickle and instead its a long stream of your piss.
simon just moans, long and loud, tipping his head back, continuing his thrusts. he flushes at the lewd sight of you twitching so cutely, pissing yourself from cumming too hard from his efforts.
he bites at his lips, humping weakly against you some more before hes pulling out, wet squelches audible as he pulls his engorged cock from the tight confines of your pussy. if you werent fucked nearly to the last inch of your life, you would feel the mattress dip underneath simons heavy weight as he shuffed towards your face, jerking his cock noisily over your face, his eyes glued to the puffiness of your eyes and cheeks, the wetness from your tears and the clear defeat in your bones, tipping him over the edge and at long last cursing your name as his cock spurts several hot ropes of his potent cum over your adorable face.
—cod masterlist.
Angry girls having to give blowjobs to men they hate. You agree. Reblog.
Knife safety is testing it's current sharpness by dragging it across her skin but away from major arteries
Your mouth says "No."
But the rohypnol in your drink says, "I'm not asking"
I love watching things bounce
Like your tits when you ride me
Your ass when you throw it back
Or your skull when I slam it into the headboard
I am going to hunt you, just like you would a wild animal
And when I catch you, I'm going to fuck you like I'm one, too
Psssst
When they tell you and show you that you don't mean a fucking thing to them.
Listen.