You hand is clasped around my mouth. You're calling me a slut and a whore. You have your fingers between my legs and I am soaking. You tell me this isn't about me. You tell me you don't even want to look at me. What a thing to say.
I could have died then. I could have. I could have crumbled into absolute dust.
You tell me to get up and go to bed. You tell me to take my clothes off.
You tell me that you're going to fuck me.
I spread my legs for you. I comply with you. I need you.
You fuck me so hard. You cover my mouth tightly with your palm. You berate me for being wet and climatic. You make me come so fucking hard.
I free my mouth. I gasp for breath. You drive yourself into me painfully. I bite you. I scratch you. I tell you that I hate you and I pull you into me so close. I pull you in.
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