He gives her that smile that he usually does. A man who’s pleased with his work. There’s cost but no charge. She is still... and still so scared. He runs his fingers down the taught zig - zag - stich - line. She whimpers. He probes a finger between one of the gaps and strokes her clit, receded between her inner lips. He pulls back the probe and licks its pink, white coating. Blood, moisture, fear, arousal.
She looks at him, open mouthed, with wet eyes. He choses another inch of thread to probe between. Her cunt is searing hot. He clangs his finger between the muscles. He slides in another to see what he can stretch and she screams. “To much?”.
He slides underneath the stitching at the base of her and scoops putrid matter from her cunt. Spit, sweat and her oozing fluids. He smears then over her small gaping hole, unstitched and free to brutalise. He stretches her to fit him and pushes inside her deftly. She doesn’t make any noise anymore. He holds the back of her knees with his palm and fucks her arse. She tries not to squirm. Loops feel like they're popping. He smiles at her and strokes her cheek as he bends her legs forward and fucks himself to a climax. Tears well up in her eyes as she feels his body release. It is warm in here, it is hot. The exhaust is leaking too.
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