i was barely awake when he was standing by the bedside. he roughly pulled my shirt off of me. roughly he was handling my breasts and pinching my nipples till i hissed and whimpered. my eyes were barely open and started to grab at my face and throat. i felt a little confused about his roughness and without much thought i reached up with my right hand and slapped him hard across the face. well, i am not certain if i did that to enrage him further or did that to let him know i wasn’t liking how he was handling me. either way it just led to a far more painful session with him.
his face snarled at the unexpected and deathly slap. he pulled off of me and grabbed a black scarf, wrapped it around my neck and proceeded to choke me till i nearly passed out. fear was rushing my brain yet at the same time i was soaking the black panties i had on. he pushed them aside as he began having me roughly without care. sometimes his hands replaced the scarf and sometimes his hand went over my nose and mouth. i would fight him to get air as my body would get to the point of panic. he always managed to make me suffer a few more seconds under his strength and those few seconds would tick ever so slowly that i felt like i would die.
when being on my back was not suffice he yanked me over the edge of the bed as my toes only touched the floor. his hands scraped against my skin as my panties were pulled down just enough for him to push back inside of me. his rage never ceased as he rammed me pounding against my cervix. he slapped at my flesh causing my head to throw back and sunk his finger tips into my skin.
i felt a bit rattled through the act and it was when he grabbed my ass and forced my into the bed and spread me wide i gasped. i do not understand why i enjoy him starring into my ass. i know it is that wonderment if he is going to take it. i felt myself growing so wet that it was dripping in between thrusts.
he pulled out of me very sudden that i fell into the bed. immediately his fingers dug inside of my cunt and i moaned and whimpered. i started to grind against his fingers, his free hand grabbed a fistful of hair and he wrapped his arm around my throat choking me as he molested me. he would push me back into the bed, i would thrust against his hand and he would grab a handful of hair again and choke me. the air around me was filled with vile words of filth directed at me. he was angry and full of rage.
i was starting to feel scared as his acts were so rough and uncaring. instead of cumming in me or even on me he decided to spit me square on the asshole and walked away. he didn’t even bother cleaning me up as he routinely does. he came back and expected me to get him off so he could cum. for a split moment as my hair was ratted around my face a few tears fell from my face and i proceeded to get him off.
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