I Fucked Her
“Raw and Reckless: A Swedish Teen’s Rough Ride”
The camera pans over a dimly lit bedroom, the air thick with sexual tension. Lying on the bed is a stunning Swedish teen, her blue hair splayed across the pillow like a waterfall of sapphires. Her eyes, wild and eager, dart towards the door as heavy footsteps approach. It’s time.
The door swings open, revealing a towering, muscular figure. He’s all tanned skin and rippling abs, his eyes dark with lust. The girl, a babe named Linea, takes a sharp intake of breath, her ample bosom heaving.
The man approaches the bed, his movements predatory. He grabs Linea’s ankles, yanking her to the edge of the mattress with a soft whimper escape from her lips. With a swift motion he rips her panties clean off, exposing her glistening pink folds.
“I thought you wanted to be fucked,” he growls, his voice a low rumble. Linea nods, biting her lip against a moan.
And then he’s upon her, his face buried between her thighs. His tongue, a rough instrument, lashes out to taste her, flicking over her aching clitoris. Linea arches her back, her body singing with pleasure. “Yes,” she gasps, “More.” She runs her hands through his hair, pushing him deeper.
He responds with a growl, reaching up to maul her huge tits as he licks. His fingers dig into her soft flesh, leaving bright red marks as he squeezes. She bucks against his mouth, grinding her hips as he works her over.
But he’s not done yet. He pulls away, leaving her dripping and desperate. “Get on your knees,” he commands. Linea obeys, turning over onto her hands and knees to present her big, bubble butt. The man, gentleman he is not, grabs her hips and slams into her from behind.
Linea screams, a mix of pain and pleasure. He feels huge stretching her walls, a delicious friction as he thrusts again and again. The bed frame creaks under the force of his pounding. He gropes her ass roughly, giving it a hard spank.
“Fuck,” Linea curses, muffled into the pillow. “Harder.”
And he does. He pulls out, only to slam back in harder. Her body rocks with each thrust, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. He reaches up to fist his hand in her hair, yanking her head back as he rails her like a wild beast.
The sounds are obscene – the slap of skin on skin, Linea’s needy moans, the bed frame cracking under the force. He feels her tightening around him and knows she’s close. He reaches around to thumb her clit mercilessly, pushing her over the edge.
Linea’s body convulses as she comes, screaming her pleasure for all to hear. He fucks her through it, drawing out her climax until she collapses, spent. But he’s far from done.
He flips her over, her blonde hair a chaos of blue around her face. He wraps his hands around her neck, applying pressure. “…is this what you wanted?” He punctuates each word with a thrust. Linea can only moan, caught between the pain and pleasure of it.
It’s a rough ride, a wild one. He chokes her harder, fucking her into oblivion. Her pussy is deliciously wrecked, used and abused in the best way. “Look at me,” he growls, and Linea obeys, hazy eyes meeting his. “You’re mine,” he says with a feral grin, and without warning, he pulls out, painting her body with his load.
Linea is wrecked, her body covered in sweat and sex. Her tits heave as she catches her breath, cum dripping down her stomach. But a small, secret smile plays on her lips. Because this, this is what she wanted. This reckless, animalistic fucking that fulfilled her deepest, darkest desires.
The camera zooms out as the two lay there, sated and spent. And as an afterthought, as he cleans Linea up with a swift movement, you hear her murmur “let me sleep…just a moment.”
