He laid me down and hurt me. Clamped nipples yanked, bottom stretched, cunt, pumped it into a puckered and contorted mess of flesh.
I screamed, begged, shook, sweat. Clicked my fingers to try and distract myself from the agony.
He likes this sort of stuff, minimum effort, maximum impact. A yank or a pump evoking agony. Fucking my holes, no feeling, too much feeling. So many stupid feelings. Why am I doing this?
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