Internal Screaming Romane & Geschichten

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the high-ceilinged room, a wet, frantic percussion that made my gorge rise to the back of my throat. ​Sienna wasn’t screaming for me. She wasn't reaching out for her "King." She was chanting Silas’s name in a broken, rhythmic prayer, her fingers digging deep, red furrows into his back as he thrust into her with a depth that seemed meant to claim her very marrow. Her breasts were heaving and jiggling with every impact, her pale skin slick with a mixture of sweat and the dark red wine Silas had spilled in his haste to possess her.

"Breed me." I shoved three fingers inside myself. I was so loose from the birth yet so tight with need. My inner walls clamped down on my hand. I pumped my fingers. Fast. Rough. I needed it to hurt. I needed the pain to drown out the silence of the empty house. I grabbed the pillow with my other hand. I dragged it over my face. I suffocated myself with his scent. "Mine," I hallucinated his voice in my ear. "You are mine."

My subconscious scowls at me — So this is what being fucked tastes and feels like? Not lovemaking, He calls it so raw, he calls it fuck, fucking, not lovemaking. My slutty sinful self she screams at me like a harpy. I ignore her, but deep down, I know she has a point. I shake my head to concentrate on the task at hand. There is a state-of-the-art range. I think I have the hang of it. I need somewhere to keep the egg sauce warm, and I start on the bacon. Willow Smith is singing in my ear about advocating for mental health awareness and helping those who specifically suffer from anxiety.

The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express. "AAAAHHHH!" The scream tears through my throat, carrying with it the weight of betrayal, hurt, and shattered dreams. It echoes off the walls, a desperate plea for answers and solace that can never truly be granted. The sound resonates, vibrating through every fiber of my being as if trying to purge the pain that threatens to consume me.

But I keep on sucking. To keep from crying out any louder, you put your fist in your mouth and scream into it. Your thighs quivered and shake and you gasped for breath. Crying out to me now: "SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!! YOU HAVE TO SUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME BABY!!. SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!!! OHHH GOD BABY!! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER DAM IT!! OHHH YES!!! LIKE THAT!! JUST LIKE THAT!! AHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH. YESSSSSSSSSS. JESUS!! THAT'S IT!! OH GOD YES!! THAT"S IT!! YESSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The shame was unbearable, the fury even worse. “Ugh!” I suddenly screamed, the sound tearing from my throat. I shove the center table in front of me out of frustration. It slid harshly across the floor, knocking over a vase that broke and shattered into pieces. The sound echoed, but it did nothing to reduce the fire burning inside me. I tore the sheets off my bed and flung them across the room. My throat hurt from screaming, but I screamed again anyway, raw and loud, until my voice cracked. Nothing helped. No matter what I broke or threw, the storm inside me stayed the same.

My hand shot out, desperately trying to hold on to something—just anything, my lungs burning from how much I had been screaming. “Get ready to release all your pent-up frustration. Let it all out. When you scream. Scream my name so the world knows who this pussy belongs to.” He winked just as his hand came down, giving my clit a spank, eyes full of lust as he withdrew completely and slammed back in. again and again and again

The slurping sounds filled the quiet room. "Oh fuck, Elena," she whimpered, her hips bucking up involuntarily. Elena's hands held her thighs apart, fingers digging into the soft flesh, the slight ache adding to the intensity. Samantha focused on the heat building in her core, the way Elena's tongue circled her clit before dipping lower to thrust inside her. Just as the pressure coiled tighter, the door swung open without a knock. Samantha's eyes snapped open, her body freezing mid-arch.

Perhaps, his next phase is indeed fucking me harder. I feel my sanity slipping away, and I barely have anything left to give… The insane slam of the big tucking dick into my asshole is what I didn't see coming! “FUCK!!!” I screech, so loud that it shakes the room, and just maybe alerts all of the staff members and our neighbors a mile away. The increased intensity breaks my last thread, pushes me off the cliff till I snap. My body gives in on me, and I let everything out, squirting for the second time in one night.

“Ahhh.... what if.....ahhh people will hear us ahhh.” Her screams echoed down the hallway outside. He fucked her so deep her toes barely touched the floor, her free leg was trembling, her tits bouncing wildly. The bodybuilder watched, stroking himself, then stepped in and shoved two thick fingers into her mouth to keep her loud moans muffled for a second before pulling them out so everyone could hear her scream again.