imagine peepaw!myers fucking you so hard that you won’t be able to walk afterwards. this man would absolutely make this his mission every time you guys have sex. they way he would change positions every few minutes to get you even more exhausted and worn out. but his favorite position is doggy and no one can tell me otherwise. there, he has the whole power and you aren’t able to do anything against it. michael would slam his whole length into your already used, stretched out hole in an inhuman pace and his strong, big hands would leave dark marks on your hips. he would first of all fuck you to a point where you think you won’t be able to take it anymore- overstimulated from all the orgasms, your cunt stinging because of his size and tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall. but that’s what he wants to reach. because then you would plead him, beg him to slow down and stop. good luck with that babe because the second these words leave your lips, michael goes feral. his favorite thing to hear are your useless cry’s and begs. this only turns that man on even more. you maybe thought that michael already fucked you with all his strength but that was before he heard your sobs. the pace of his hips clashing against your ass would only speed up, get rougher and unmerciful. and to add fuel to his moment of ecstasy he would grab the roots of your hair tightly and force you to arch your back to a point where your whole body aches in pain. his fingers would find their way around your middle again and rub your swollen clit harshly, eliciting screams and pathetic whines. and this torture goes all day, all night, especially on days where he can’t go out and let his frustration and blood lust out on somebody else. you’re simply his favorite little plaything to ruin.
