Petite Girl And Rough Sex – Petite Fucked On The Couch
The sun had barely set, casting an erotic orange hue over the suburban neighborhood. Yet inside the living room, it was already dark, the only light coming from the flickering screen of a laptop. A hush fell over the room as the camera clicked, capturing the damsel in distress – a petite young Latina girl with caramel skin and innocent almond eyes. She trembled in the corner, tears streaming down her face as she clutched a threadbare teddy bear. The cruel hand of her stepfather caressed her cheek, an icy smile playing on his lips.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?” he growled, buttoning and unbuttoning his pants with deliberate slowness.
The girl bit her lip, stifling a sob. “I’m sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean it,” she whimpered, cowering back against the cushions.
“Sorry isn’t good enough,” the man snarled, his shirt slipping from his broad shoulders. With brute force, he pinned her wrists above her head, his thick thighs straddling her slight frame. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson, little girl.”
Choking gasps escaped her as his calloused fingers traced her thighs, inching higher and higher beneath her skirt. Roughly, he yanked down her panties, exposing her vulnerable flesh to the cool air. Blind obedience prevented any resistance as he mounted her, each merciless thrust plunging deeper, stretching her impossibly wide.
Whimpers echoed off the walls, morphing into cries of pained pleasure. The Teddy Bear slipped from her fingers, joining her panties on the floor. She struggling to accomodate his girth, so much larger than her delicate body. Every stroke hit a new spot, sending shockwaves through her core. Trembling thighs clenched around his waist, finding rhythm as he pounded relentlessly.
Cherubic cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, tender breasts bouncing wildly with each slam of his pelvis. The filthy squelch of flesh slapping flesh dominated the room, mixing with her high pitched squeals and his animalistic grunts. degradation transformed into carnal hunger, dripping like honey from her untouched pussy. Each retreating glide emptied her, only to fill her again fuller and deeper than before.
Impassioned cries reached a fever pitch, her heart threatening to burst through her rib cage. Those sweet eyes rolled back as convulsions rocked her core, an explosive climax eclipsing her senses. Spasming walls clenched like a vice as he hilted deep, releasing tidal wave upon tidal wave of hot seed into her womb, tainting her innocence forever.
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