Novel & Cerita Facial Abuse Women Crave This

I was moaning like a wounded beast while masturbating, thinking about Crescent's sweet scent, soft voice, her amazingly sexy body, and her f*cking beautiful face. I want her to moan my name. I want her to writhe underneath me while I'm fcking her brains out... Damn, I never wanted someone like this before. I tried having sex with another woman, but all I see is Crescent's beautiful face... I'm fcked up. I no longer have the urge to have sex with other women. It seems like my manhood only gets hard for Crescent.

What she craved. The brutal use. The lack of care. Being treated like nothing but a mouth to fuck. The member's pace was relentless.....his cock driving deep, pulling back, slamming forward again. Maya's jaw ached. Her throat burned. Drool ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. And her pussy was soaking wet. She reached down with one hand and found her clit, rubbing in circles while the stranger destroyed her throat. The combination....being brutally face-fucked while touching herself....pushed Maya toward orgasm embarrassingly quickly.

she gasped, her eyes glazed with lust, "but fuck me first." "Mother Felicia, you're as insatiable as ever," he chuckled, a dark, thrilling sound. Then his demeanor shifted. He grabbed her face with both hands, his fingers tangling in her wimple, and began to fuck her mouth hard and fast. Her gags were loud, rhythmic, and each time he drove deep into her throat, her body convulsed. I watched, mesmerized and horrified, as the most powerful woman in my world was used so publicly, so brutally.

“ Yes, as impossible as it seems, you seem attracted to this woman and it isn't because you want her body. Wasn't she the one who slapped you thrice before giving you a blow job? Wasn't she the girl who made you crave her hatred?” “ Yes, she was.” “ Now do you feel the same? Do you still want her to hate you as she did before? Do you still want her to fear you just like others did?” “ She never once feared me until this incident.” I couldn't answer his other questions because I knew the truth. It was laid before me, clear as day. I tried so hard to lie to myself that I wanted her to hate me, that I wanted her to despise me but for some reason— right now, I couldn't find myself loving her hat

It would be so easy to give in to the craving, to the desire to be relentless fucked by her own creations. The cocks sinking into her over and over again pushed her towards the edge of her will. The roaming bony hands pawed needily at her body, sliding along her thighs, teasing her breasts, holding her throat. Alicia's anger had been sapped away and all that remained was her holding onto the shame she felt. But did that even matter? No one would know the dark craving she had. It wasn't as if the husks were going to tell anyone.

She stared at the screen without saying a word as all the major arteries of her heart froze solid. “He chose one woman from each batch that they sold to the highest bidder. He’d use, abuse, torture her—all part of his sexual games—until he’s finally satisfied. Your Kuya Trojan knows all about this. He shows no mercy to women. Most of them would come out horribly bruised and bloody. Some couldn’t even walk anymore. But they were all traumatized. Others even died as a result of his abuse. But the worst part was, Yrah, the worst part was… they all begged him for more. None of them accused him. They all blamed themselves. Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

So the only way now was to drown myself in cold water, but I knew that this led to that one thing, masturbating. Then the scarf girl flashed through my head. She didn't make noise. Didn't cling. She just looked at me like I was something dangerous. Melissa... She shouted. Begged. That was the difference. Both of them wanted me but The other feared me. And right now, fear tasted better.

I scream shifting my face side to side with a rapidness attempting to preserve my lips from his odious mouth. "I do not hit my females, but if you do keep moving you will know how the rear of my hand feels." He gnarls grasping my jaw abusively forcing me to remain still. I weep uncontrollably distress overtaking my senses. This is it; this is where I shall lose my purity to another male and now Phobos shall never truly want me.

She couldn't do much about technique under the circumstances, so I indulged her by gently thrusting into her face as she vigorously frigged away at her freshly tattooed snatch. It wasn't long before I needed more. Tabitha's mouth was easily a match for her pussy when she was on her knees applying herself, but this sideways, passive face-fuck was not on the same level. Her long neck craned after me as I withdrew it from her mouth; her eyes looked afraid that I was taking it away. When she saw what I meant to do - it was fairly obvious as I twisted her body onto her side, one slender leg hanging down and the other draped over my shoulder - she sighed rapturously and moved her masturbating arm