Отвлек милашку от игры и трахнул в рот и киску

“Gamer Girl’s Unwanted Encounter”

Mila’s eyes were glued to the screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she navigated her avatar through the virtual landscape. The guise of a fierce warrior woman, she battled through waves of enemies, her breath quickening with each close call. She paused, taking a sip from the water bottle nestled beside her.

The door creaked open, a tall shadow looming in the doorway. “Whatcha up to, babe?” Connor asked, his voice dripping with a sinister edge.

Mila barely glanced his way. “Just gaming. Wanna watch?” She gestured to the screen, keeping her focus locked on the game.

C Connor chuckled, slowly approaching the desk. “Oh, I’ve got something much better in mind.” He reached out, roughly grabbing her waist and pulling her out of the chair. “Play time’s over, baby. Let’s play together.”

Mila gasped, “What the hell, Connor?!” She tried to wriggle free, but his grip only tightened. Panic began to rise in her throat. There was a rawness in his touch, a disturbing undercurrent to his words.

His hand slid down, cupping her mound through her shorts. She shuddered, disgust and fear gripping her. “Stop it! Get your hands off me!” she cried, thrashing against him.

He held fast, his other hand reaching up to roughly fondle her small breasts. “Mmm, these tiny tits of yours. I love them,” he purred, tweaking her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top.

Mila whimpered, feeling violated and trapped. “Please Connor…don’t do this…” Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

He ignored her pleas, pushing her back against the desk. With callous hands, he tore at her clothes, exposing her pale skin. “You’re mine now, bitch,” he growled, forcing her head down between her legs.

She gagged as he shoved his hard cock into her mouth. “Suck it, slut,” he commanded, gripping her hair. Saliva dripped down her chin as he fucked her face.

Mila’s mind raced, desperate for escape. But he held her fast, his hips pumping mercilessly. She could barely breathe, his cock ramming the back of her throat. “Gllk…mmph!” she gurgled, choking and gasping around his thick shaft.

He ripped her shorts away, exposing her bare pussy. Calloused fingers probed her dry slit, making her wince. Then he was shoving inside, brutally stretching her tight walls.

“Nngh!” she cried out, muffled by his cock shoved back into her mouth. He set a ruthless pace, pounding her against the desk. “Take it, whore!” he grunted. Her back arched painfully under his assault, tears streaming down her face.

Mila sobbed silently, her spirit breaking with each brutal thrust. How could she have been so naive as to think Connor really cared for her? This was what she got for feeling safe, for trusting someone. Now she was a limp doll for him to use.

He rammed deep, groaning as he flooded her insides with his seed. She choked on his cum, feeling it slide down her throat. He finally pulled out, leaving her gasping and shaking.

Connor smirked down at her in satisfaction. “That was fun. We should do this more often.”

Mila could only shudder, hugging her abused body. Somewhere between the layers of shock and shame, a small, dark part of her said it would get better if she just took what he gave. If she endured.

She quietly picked up her clothes, not daring to meet his eyes. Inside she was screaming. How was she going to survive this?