Sin piedad para ella, garganta profunda áspera intensiva- Recopilación

In the sultry, dimly lit room, she lied on her back, her ample breasts heaving with each labored breath. She had been waiting for this moment, craving it with a hunger that couldn’t be sated. “Piedad, carnal! Piedad!” she moaned, her voice ragged and desperate. But there was no mercy in the eyes of the man hovering above her, his hard, throbbing member poised at the entrance to her needy hole.

This was no gentle lover’s act, no tender exploration of passion. This was brutal, animalistic lust, a raw, unbridled display of carnal appetite. He plunged into her with a single, powerful thrust, driving himself to the hilt, stretching her walls in a delicious, painful way. She cried out, her nails raking down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake.

He set a relentless pace, pounding into her mercilessly, each brutal thrust pushing her further up the bed. She felt like she was being split in two, her body stretched to its limits. But even as the pain radiated through her, she craved more, her hips bucking up to meet his every thrust.

His grip on her hips was bruising, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He clawed at her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until she was screaming, her body writhing beneath him. He was a wild man, a beast possessed, driven to a frenzy by his need to dominate, to conquer, to claim.

As he fucked her harder, faster, deeper, she felt the pressure building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. When he grabbed her hair and forced her head down, shoving his cock into her mouth, she lost all control. She sucked him hard, her lips wrapped tight around his thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

She felt him throbbing in her mouth, heard his grunts of pleasure, knew he was close. She wanted to swallow every drop of him, to taste his essence, to feel it slide down her throat. As he exploded in her mouth, she swallowed greedily, her hands pumping his shaft, coaxing out every last drop.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. As soon as he pulled out of her mouth, he flipped her over and mounted her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. She screamed as he entered her, the angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper.

He fucked her like a wild man, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound echoing in the room. She felt dizzy, her head swimming, her vision blurring. All she could focus on was the sensations, the pleasure, the pain, the exquisite agony of being used so roughly, so thoroughly.

As he groaned and shuddered, emptying himself inside her, she felt a gush of warmth as his seed filled her, overflowed, ran down her thighs. She collapsed forward, her body spent, her mind blank. She had never been fucked like this before, hadn’t known her body could take such punishment.

But even as she lay there, drenched in sweat and cum, her body aching, she knew one thing for certain. She would do it again. And again. And again. Because that feeling, that exquisite, agonizing ecstasy, was something she couldn’t deny, couldn’t resist, could never get enough of.

As the man withdrew from her, she rolled over and looked up at him, her eyes still glazed with lust. ” Grafen Sie mich molestando!’ she panted, her voice hoarse from all the cries and screams. “Again! Do it again!’ And the beast in him smiled, knowing he had broken her, knowing she was his now, knowing she would never be the same.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. With a harsh yank, he tore her panties off, tossing them aside. He spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening folds, still sticky with his cum.

“No piedad!” she moaned, writhing on the bed, her hands buried in her own hair. “No mercy! Kill me with your big cock!”

He chuckled darkly, positioning himself at her entrance. “Oh, you’ll be screaming for mercy before I’m done with you,” he promised. “But you won’t get any. I’m going to use your greedy little hole until I’m satisfied. And you’re going to take it, like the dirty slut you are.”

She shuddered at his words, her pussy clenching, dripping with anticipation. She wanted him to violate her, to ruin her, to use her for his own pleasure. She wanted to be his toy, his slut, his personal fuck toy.

He pushed into her slowly, torturously, letting her feel every thick inch of his cock as it stretched her impossibly wide. She screamed, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“S hardcore and deep! Do it deeper!” she demanded, her hips bucking frantically. He obliged, slamming into her with short, brutal thrusts, grinding his pelvis against hers. She could feel every contour of his cock, could swear he was in her stomach.

Over and over, he drove into her, pins and needles radiating from her aching cunt, her walls pulsing around his shaft. She was loud, her cries and moans echoing off the walls, bouncing back to fill her ears.

“Come on you bitch, scream for me! Let me hear you!” he growled, his rhythm growing erratic, his thrusts becoming wild and sloppy. She obeyed, her voice hoarse, her throat raw, her lungs burning for air.

Suddenly, he pulled out, flipping her over onto her stomach. “On your hands and knees,” he ordered, smacking her ass hard. She scrambled to comply, her legs shaking with exhaustion. He kicked her legs wider, bumping his cock against her swollen folds.

“Do it!” she begged desperately, her breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck my ass! Ream out my shithole!”

With a cruel laugh, he pressed the head of his cock against her tight rosebud, pushing steadily until he popped through the resistant ring of muscle. She screamed, her hands fisting in the sheets, her knuckles white.

He pushed deeper, relentlessly, until he was fully seated in her ass. The pain was blinding, her rectum stretched beyond its limits. But beneath the pain was a warm, tingling pleasure, a delicious dirty sensation that had her groaning wantonly.

He began to move, slow and deep, his balls slapping against her sensitive pussy with every stroke. She could feel every ridge and vein of his shaft as it dragged along her tender walls, could feel his hard body pressing down on her back, pinning her in place.

“Scream for me, whore!” he demanded, his voice a low growl in her ear. “Let everyone know what a dirty slut you are!”

And she did. She screamed until her throat was raw, until neighbors pounded on the walls, until the police were called. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was the feeling of his cock in her ass, the brutal, merciless pleasure-pain that consumed her, the exquisite ecstasy of being used like a worthless fuck toy.

He pounded into her faster, harder, his balls slapping against her ass, his groans and grunts growing louder, more desperate. She could feel him throbbing inside her, could tell he was close. She wanted him to fill her with his seed, to mark her, to claim her.

“Give it to me!” she begged, her voice a rasping whisper. “Fill my ass with your cum! Pump me full of your filthy load!”

He roared, his hips slamming against her ass, burying himself to the hilt. She felt him stiffen, then explode, hot jets of cum flooding her bowels. She milked him with her anal muscles, squeezing and contracting, coaxing out every last drop.

As he pulled out, she collapsed forward, her body shaking with aftershocks. Her ass burned, her pussy and thighs were covered in sticky cum, her skin was slick with sweat. She had never felt so used, so utterly debased and satisfied.

But even as she lay there, basking in the afterglow, she knew it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. She would always crave this, this brutal, savage fucking that left her broken and aching and blissfully happy.

She was a fuckslave, a cock-addicted whore, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. And her man knew it, knew her needs, knew how to satisfy them in the most ruthless, intense way possible.

He rolled her over, looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. “Again?” he asked, his voice a low, sensual purr. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with unholy lust.

“Again,” she breathed. “And again. And again. Until there’s nothing left. Until I’m nothing but a screaming, writhing heap of pleasure.”

He grinned, a slow, wicked grin. “We have all night, mi amor. And I intend to make every second count.”

And as he lowered his head to her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipple, she knew he meant every word. This was just the beginning. The night was young, the fucking was just getting started, and she couldn’t wait to see what other delights her beast of a lover had in store for her.