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She squirmed; he pinned her hips with his free forearm, immovable. “Count them,” he ordered. “One,” she whispered. Louder. “One!” The spanking continued, ten, fifteen, twenty, until her voice cracked on the numbers and tears pricked her eyes. Not from pain alone. From the humiliation. From the shameful slickness gathering between her thighs, impossible to hide when his hand occasionally dipped lower, brushing the wet folds he found there. He paused at thirty. Fingers traced the hot welts, then slid between her legs, two thick digits pushing inside without warning. Elara moaned, low, involuntary. The hall heard it.

“They smudge my mouth with tape. I give up when I could no longer curse or scream at them. I was only crying as he fucked me brutally. He was groaning and moaning, playing with my balls. I feel him empty something inside my anus. “Fuck, he is so sweet. He moans as he stood up, they took their turns fucking me mercilessly. “Who did I offend? What have I done to deserve all this humiliation? Ava, If I get to catch you, and get hold of you. I am going to make your life a living hell. That bitch caused my sufferings.

My tears blur everything. “You’re nothing but a hole,” one of them spits, slamming deeper. “That’s all you are.” “Fuck, he’s clenching,” the one behind me groans. “His body loves it.” I shake my head desperately, my words muffled around the cocks choking me. “No—I don’t—” A sharp slap lands on my ass, burning. “Liar. You’re dripping all over the sheets.” Humiliation crushes me. They’re right. My cock twitches, leaking helplessly beneath me, betraying me as they use me raw.

One hand fisted my hair yanking my head back painfully. The other reached around to pinch and twist my nipples hard He fucked me like he hated me.. no almost like he wanted to break me. A while later, I came again clenching around him He laughed cruelly. “Cumming from being used like a cheap slut? Disgusting.” He didn’t slow down. If anything, he went harder, pounding me through the orgasm until I was a babbling mess. “Tell me your sad little story while I ruin this cunt.” Between moans and sobs, I gasped it out .the debt, the evictions, the nights I went hungry and the fear of ending up in a shelter or worse. Every humiliating detail spilled from me as he fucked me senseless.

It was raw, it was filthy, and the fear of being caught only made the pleasure more intense, more sickeningly right. I was crying like a little bitch, my sobs quiet but desperate as I felt him hammering into my prostate. Every thrust felt like he was trying to turn me inside out. I was being ruined, right here in a public gym, while the man I was supposed to respect treated me like a piece of meat. "Tell me," he hissed, his voice a ragged whisper under the sound of the water. "Tell me you're my little slut. Tell me you want that guy to hear me fucking you."

"Deeper. Relax the muscles. Imagine my cock as the thesis you must swallow whole." She tried. God, she tried. Pushing forward on her own now, nose burying into him as she forced the last inch. Her throat fluttered wildly, fighting the intrusion. Hawthorne groaned, hips twitching. Precum slid straight down her gullet. Minutes blurred. Lila’s world narrowed to the burning stretch in her esophagus, the need for air, the humiliating drip between her thighs. She was soaked—shamefully, helplessly aroused by the degradation. Her hands moved from his thighs to cup his heavy balls, massaging them as if to coax a better grade.

and I'm soaking wet from it. The humiliation was crushing. Here I was, on my knees like a cheap whore, choking on one stranger's cock, jerking another, while a third man recorded every second of my degradation. My heavy tits were red from being slapped, spit was running down my body, and my pussy was dripping onto the floor beneath me. I felt completely broken... and yet I couldn't stop moaning. I was no longer the shy, innocent Elena who wanted to wait until marriage. I was just a set of holes being used for their entertainment. The thought made my face burn with shame, but it also made my clit throb painfully.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

He groped my boob so tightly like he will tear up my flesh any time. He groped my whole body shamelessly and humiliated me. He spanked my butt few times and said many dirty words about my body where I was just standing like a robot. Tolerating his humiliation I am feeling like to kill myself. Then he said like a shameless man," Lay down on the couch and spread your legs. I want to fuck you now." " Sir, I beg you. Not here. It's really uncomfortable. We are in the office," I pleaded with my teary eyes.

“Still so tight, aren’t you? Like the little slut you are. Bet you’ve been wet for him all week, huh? Letting him fuck this pussy that belongs to me.” His words hit like punches, each one dirtier than the last, twisting the knife of humiliation deeper. “Slut,” he hissed again, curling his fingers inside me, hitting spots that made my body betray me with unwanted spasms. “That’s what you are, Olivia. My worthless, wolfless slut. Opening your legs for anyone who looks at you twice. But you forget—this is mine. Always has been.” I shook my head frantically, sobs choking me. “No—no, Eric—get off—”