Semua Bab 50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE : Bab 171 - Bab 180

My mind was shattering. The cold concrete floor bit into my knees and elbows as Rosa kept me locked in that brutal doggy-style position, her thick hips slamming against my ass with every savage thrust of the massive strapon. The fake cock was enormous — veiny, ridged, and buried so deep I swore I could feel it rearranging my insides. Every time she bottomed out, the fat head battered my cervix like it was trying to punch straight into my womb. “F-fuck… too deep!” I gasped, drool leaking from my open mouth onto the filthy floor. My perky tits swung heavily beneath me, nipples raw and aching from all the pinching and biting. Rosa laughed, low and cruel, gripping my short black hair like reins. She yanked my head back hard, arching my spine as she railed me even harder. “Too deep? This rebel cunt was made for deep dick, you stupid little thief. Feel that? That’s your womb getting kissed. Getting ready to drink every drop we pump into it.” The wet, obscene slapping of her hips aga

I was gone. Completely fucking gone. My body felt like it belonged to the cell now — a sloppy, cum-stuffed vessel for these hard prison bitches to use. I lay there on the cold floor in a puddle of our juices, legs still spread wide like a broken whore, my once-tight rebel pussy reduced to a gaping, ruined hole that wouldn’t close. Thick white fake cum bubbled and oozed out of me with every weak twitch of my hips. My belly was visibly swollen, bloated from load after load pumped straight into my womb. It sloshed when I moved. My perky tits were bruised and covered in bite marks, nipples raw and throbbing. My short black hair was matted with sweat and pussy juice. My pierced tongue hung out as I panted like a bitch in heat. Rosa knelt between my spread thighs, her thick fingers scooping up the leaking cum from my ruined cunt and pushing it back inside me. Three fingers, then four, stirring the mess deep. “Look at this breeding sleeve,” she murmured, voice thick with lust. “Your

I wiped down the last sticky table in the dimly lit 24-hour diner, my short black skirt riding up the backs of my thighs as I bent over. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like dying insects, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scuffed linoleum floor. It was well past midnight—almost one in the morning—and the place was finally empty. Or almost empty. One customer still lingered in the far corner booth, nursing what had to be his fifth cup of coffee. I could feel his eyes on me the entire shift, heavy and unblinking. He was enormous. Easily three hundred pounds, maybe more. His stained white tank top clung to his sweaty skin, stretched obscenely tight over a massive, sagging pot belly that rested on his lap like a separate creature. Greasy strands of thinning hair were slicked back from his forehead, and his face glistened under the lights—sweat mixed with whatever cheap food grease he’d been eating all night. His arms were thick and flabby, covered in dark hair, and his finger

against my fluttering walls as I sat on the counter with my legs spread obscenely wide. My uniform top was bunched around my waist, tits fully exposed and heaving with every ragged breath. His massive, sweaty pot belly pressed firmly against my stomach, the coarse hair on it tickling my skin while his heavy weight pinned me in place. Sweat dripped from his greasy forehead onto my chest, rolling down between my breasts. The smell of him—musky, sour, unwashed—filled my lungs with every inhale, making my head spin. “Ready for more, girl?” he growled, that wicked grin splitting his sweaty face. His dark eyes bored into mine, full of raw hunger. “This fat cock ain’t even close to done with your tight little cunt. Gonna bend you over proper and fill you like the dirty slut you are.” I nodded weakly, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes… please…” Any last trace of resistance had evaporated. My body craved him now—craved the filthy, overwhelming fullness only this greasy stranger could give

Frank didn’t give me time to catch my breath. He yanked me off the sticky booth table and positioned me on all fours across the wide seat, my knees sinking into the cracked vinyl cushion. My ass was high in the air, back arched deeply, and my face pressed against the cool, worn surface. My uniform was a complete mess now—top pulled down, skirt bunched around my waist, panties long gone. My pussy felt swollen and open, leaking a steady trickle of my cream down my inner thighs from the previous rounds. “Perfect,” he grunted, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Ass up like a proper bitch in heat. This is how I want you for the real pounding.” I felt his massive presence behind me before he even touched me. The heat radiating off his sweaty body was like a furnace. Then his enormous pot belly brushed against my ass as he stepped close, heavy and soft, the coarse hair tickling my sensitive skin. His greasy hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in possessively, pulling me back toward