state. This is not the end!

She will be fucked against her will, which means there is little pleasure in it.

“Just not a sadist,” she prayed to herself.

As in slow motion, he put a stick sticking a stick to a deflated vagina with saliva and enjoying every inch of a book trip (book because the height of his member was equal to the height of a good volume on a shelf in the library, not a pocket copy, but a good hardcover dictionary). he took Cyrus up to his chest sigh. She did not know such depth, it seemed that the monster-member was bursting inside her, sneaking into the womb and looking for ways out there. Unsuccessful searches make him back up to repeat the call.

The rapist fucked her not rudely, with a certain amount of indifference, and Kira even began to think that this is how it should be. She still lay with her eyes closed, trying to pull away from work. While using the body, she could not do anything. Later, she will think about what happened with regret. Now the main thing is to survive.

“Open your eyes,” he said. She heard in this voice a kind sign, notes of a request, and was afraid to disobey.

He bent over her in his mask, a black turtleneck. His fat cock went tight in a hot, excited vagina. To my shame, Kira was getting some kind of physical pleasure.

Until now, she was breathing heavily with her nose. He bent down and ripped off the scotch, freshness rushed into his mouth and lungs. She didn’t have the courage to shout, moaning falsely - vulgarity.

The lips of the abuser were given a separate spot in the mask. Big fleshy pads, almost like hers, covered her mouth. A kiss, the final frontier, dispersed the veil of alienation. He climbed into the soul.

To deceive expectations, she began to work with her lips and tongue. In the kiss every moment is expensive. To seize the initiative, it will not play by its rules. May bite. It will cost a living. Or will not?

She saw the opportunity to play along to relax the attention, put down the alertness of the rapist. Then slip away, flee when he shows confidence. If a. So she wanted to live!

He joined the game, believed that she wanted him. A passionate kiss was reinforced by his acceleration. He flew into it at a breakneck pace, nailing a smoothly shaved vagina with a sagging fist-sized scrotum. She did not notice how she turned into a rapist. The speed of fucking went over her lust. She felt like a dirty depraved girl who was caught in the yard, they fuck without a condom for lack of better options. Dirt flows through the mouth, flows into the vagina, she slipped into these thoughts, in order not to go mad. Became dirty so as not to get dirty.

The man threw a leather belt around his neck, who had come from nowhere. The belt immediately pulled his throat, and Kira wheezed regretted that she had agreed to play. There was very little air, goosebumps poured over the skin with chicken pimples, they returned to their heads with mint cold. She wheezed as her pupils rolled out, and he covered her again and again with full lips, flirting with her tongue. Now she will bite him! In moments of the kiss of life, he weakened his grip, let her breathe, breathe himself, then restrained oxygen again. Goosebumps with warm waves went to heels. So he controlled the situation in which she no longer felt like an equal participant. How cunning is the deceptive role of women in sex.

Fear of death made Kyra forget about many moments of her existence. Here it is an inevitable reality: he strangle her, although he promised not to kill. And then she buries in the forest, and no one will ever know what happened to the girl Kira, why she did not return home late at night.

Tears again flowed from the eyes of the streams. Kira suffered, suffocated from oxygen starvation. And he fucked her, mercilessly surrendering to animal lust.Her skin became faience, from endless avalanches, chills, Kira felt around a thin chitinous layer, mint, keeping it afloat. In zero gravity, without straps, she flew into the abyss.

He stopped the supply of oxygen, and Cyrus went on an endless journey through the vast wasteland of Death. She looked with pumped-out glass pupils, hazel, at the animal body of a man who was draining the last remnants of her life, she realized that he would not stop until he finished that she was already dead and her deadly convulsion would only increase his pleasure. He invented everything for the sake of this moment of consent: her death and his orgasm. He will end up in a dying agonizing body. His sharp cobra look, hypnotizing, penetrates the soul. Here, just you and me and I, yours, she whispered. He will kill you, take the blame on himself.

The body began to respond inadequately to the endless infiltrations with which the abuser decided to plug it to death before strangulation. He no longer met the elasticity of resistance, it became a hole for him. A squandering juicy hole, dirty, which he fucked with insane force. The vagina clenched into a fist, in the eyes darkened. The body surrendered and beat in an orgasm.

Kira was dying.

He again covered her mouth with his own and released the belt to the free swimming. Kira eagerly swallowed the lips of others, he did not give more. She pulled, jealously, like a hungry baby. The euphoria of even these scanty breaths was connected with an orgasm imposed down below. The body shook with satisfied hunger. Every breath of air seemed to seed the brain cells with millions of new compounds. Kira suddenly realized that she had just been given life, and a strange feeling of gratitude towards the person who had initially taken this life filled her existence. She stopped being afraid. As a person who visited there, she was freed from fear, uncertainty. She has changed. She loved this stranger, adored him for this simple truth. She wants to live, she will live! For a brief moment, she disappeared into it, forgetting about the circumstances of the meeting. As if the mind had turned off, only the bestial instinct remained to survive at any cost, even if it would have to become the female of the strongest male. Masters

He finished behind her, she saw through the smoothly closing eyelids that his breakdown would be just as colorful. With a wild roar, he froze in it with a hard stick, injected a hot seed into the uterus, he was destined to remain in the condom.

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I gently tighten the belt on a thin neck:

- So ok?

- You can still a little bit, - Cyrus breathes excitedly. Her rattles scare, as well as the desire to finish without oxygen. She lies tied up with a rope, defenseless, smiles guiltily, her face covered with maroon stains, saliva from kisses.

I do not like to play strangulation, this one has something terrible, incomprehensible. But Kira wants to free herself, and I love her.

“You don't know what it means to be there and to be here,” bright transparent balls roll down over their eyes. She is crying and smiling.

- I'll pinch you, - reassures.

- And if I do not notice?

- Do not be afraid, I love you, - smiles bright smile.

I know, she wants me not to notice, wants to forget to pinch, or not have time, or not reach. I am afraid of that: she wants me to strangle her, to release her. Delivered from guilt.

I put on a black mask with slits, I sharply enter Kira.

So it probably hurts. She winces.

I beat her with all my strength with my hips, Kira quickly loses control.

I do not know how to free. I am not a master. But I will try, because she is mine.