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sinfulpssion‌:

by  now  the  tears  flow  freely  down  lola’s  cheeks  as  fingernails  dig  deep  into  his  hips.  when  she  expects  relief  she  is  greeted  with  an  even  harder  shove  down,  warm  piss  leaking  still  with  no  choice  but  to  swallow.  muffled  screams  vibrate  around  his  cock  as  finally  the  stream  stops  but  there  is  no  relief  as  his  cock  wedges  further  down  her  throat.  lola  wants  to  please  him  —  the  innate  desire  to  do  so  overwhelming  her  senses  even  after  the  abuse.  all  she  can  do  is  take  the  hard  fucking  into  her  throat  regardless  of  the  damage  it  will  do.  between  her  thighs  wetness  pools,  the  room  spinning  from  lack  of  oxygen  to  the  point  she  is  sure  that  she’ll  pass  out.  but  finally  she’s  able  to  gasp  for  air  as  his  thick  cock  falls  from  her  mouth.  the  petite  brunette  coughs  as  spit  trails  from  his  cock  to  her  lips  in  strings,  tears  staining  red  cheeks.  she  lets  out  a  soft  cry  as  his  cock  smacks  her  face,  another  cough  as  she  tries  to  gasp  for  hair.  “  what  the  fuck  —  ”  her  voice  is  hoarse  and  throat  in  pain,  head  only  upright  because  of  the  way  he  holds  onto  her.    

“--you’re telling me. i guessed you were a slut, but i didn’t think you were completely fucked up,” he teases further. her nails would surely leave shallow gashes in his skin, but he’s barely registering the burning pain right now. russell’s obsessed with how lola looks, all messed up and crying. absolutely pathetic. his heavy dick throbs as it slaps her cheek, and soon it’s not enough. he drags her face down onto the bed and shifts his position, still clutching her tightly by her brown locks. rus’ knees dig into her arms as he straddles lola’s face. with a wolfish grin, he points his stiff prick down towards her mouth and uses it to play with her lips. “let’s keep those kitten claws away, yeah? i’m having a good time.” her mouth really did a number on him. of course, he thinks she has a grade a pussy on her, but that throat ... it’s unlike anything he’s felt before even from the most petite boys in the cellblock. he probes her mouth a couple times before pulling away. a harsh slap connects with her cheek and his occupied hand presses down harder into the mattress, taut strands of hair in tow. “i thought we weren’t done. you said you liked me, right?���  

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To say Matt was terrified would be an understatement. He’d thought it was all some kind of joke, right up until his father presented him to the hulking man. Denied this could happen until this very moment. And God was he horrified. Barely hearing the words, Matt stared at the man(beast?) in petrified awe. It wasn’t until that big hand grabbed his head and hefted him to his feet that he was brought back to reality. 

Whimpering, too afraid to speak up, he looked pleadingly to his father. But there was no help coming from the people assembled. 

Yelping in pain when he was thrown against the pew, it’s felt padding doing nothing to mute the impact, he couldn’t look away from Crowe. Even as the people flooded out of the sanctuary, he balked at the words. Wouldn’t survive? Shaking, his fear eventually got the best of him. Even knowing he couldn’t escape, Matt jumped up and ran.

for the boy to provide a situation where crowe can give chase while he’s like this is truly unfortunate---for him anyway. the escaping prey triggers something in the wolf. his change surges for a moment, heightening his animal instincts to the point where all humanity is now gone from his being. with a snarling roar, he drops down to all fours and launches himself down the aisle, brutally taking matt down and pinning him to the floor. one claw-clad hand palms his skull while the other presses into the top of his back. those dagger-like talons actually curl and pierce the boy's flesh a little. the scent of blood further accelerates his shift, contorting his face into that of his inner beast. sharp, glistening teeth protrude from crowe’s mouth as he snaps at the space above matt’s hair, his thick saliva sprinkling down on the boy. his size increases too until the clothes he had on shred from his body. his form now is still humanoid, but crowe is unrecognizable to the untrained eye. it’s not surprising that the entire congregation takes him up on his suggestion and flees the church in terror, abandoning the virgin to his fate. they’re left alone, crowe’s monstrous noises filling the hall. 

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sinfulpssion‌:

she’s  no  stranger  the  effects  her  mouth  can  have  on  a  person.  lips  stretch  as  the  girth  of  his  cock  grows  and  lola  moans  contently  at  the  sensation.  she  takes  her  time  enveloping  him  in  warmth  with  soft  suction,  tongue  flat  against  his  cock  as  she  glances  to  watch  his  face  for  a  reaction.  caught  off  slight  guard  at  the  tightness  of  his  grip  so  early  in  the  morning  she  doesn’t  have  a  chance  to  resist  how  he  handles  her  —  there’s  no  choice  but  to  take  him  into  her  throat  and  lola  expertly  relaxes  to  give  his  large  size  access  to  the  tight  space.  already  she  can  feel  the  wetness  pooling  between  her  thighs  as  small  hands  grasp  at  his  hips,  a  moan  vibrating  through  his  cock.  she  vividly  remembers  how  good  it  felt  to  have  it  buried  inside  her,  bottoming  out  in  her  cunt  to  the  point  she  felt  like  she  would  break  in  two.  before  lola  has  even  a  moment  to  process  the  bitterness  of  his  piss  begins  to  flood  into  her  throat.  she  lets  out  a  muffled  cry  as  it  has  no  choice  but  to  be  swallowed,  a  first  for  her.  tears  form  in  her  waterline  as  it  triggers  her  gag  reflex,  throat  spasming  around  his  cock  while  fingers  dig  into  his  hips.  

rus finds something extremely satisfying about that first-morning piss. getting to alleviate his pressured bladder while having his sensitive dick tip caressed by lola’s throat is just the icing on the cake. as the strong stream continues, his other hand finds its way to her head as well until all his fingers entangle into her hair, pulling at its roots while keeping her pressed down. eventually, the last sprinkles of pee shoot into her gullet, like he warned he’s far from done. his breathing’s a little heavier and gentle growls rumble in his chest. russell’s head pressed back into the pillow while his hips slowly rise off the bed chasing the sensational tingling lola’s convulsing throat provides. his girthy cock continues to inflate in her mouth, taking up more space and spearing further into her opened throat. whether she can take it or not is irrelevant to him for he doesn’t give her an inch to move (plus, he doesn’t want whatever she couldn’t swallow from his morning present making a mess on him). once he’s at full mast rus even has the nerve to bounce his pelvis into her face. this, makes him look down. he smirks at her bleary red eyes bouncing along while he roughs up her facecunt a little. his hips fall back to the bed, the length of his shaft falling from her mouth and slicked with her throat slime. “fucking hell, that was some disgusting shit,” rus chortles, yanking her head to one side so he can smack his dick on her cheek. “don’t remember girls being so worthless.” 

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sinfulpssion‌:

lola  wakes  up  to  find  she  isn’t  alone  in  the  full  bed  of  her  tiny  apartment.  some  of  the  night  before  is  a  haze  but  what’s  clear  is  the  ache  between  her  thighs  and  the  hours  of  fucking  with  the  man  currently  passed  out  beside  her.  bedsheets  are  tangled  by  their  feet  leaving  him  fully  exposed  and  it’s  too  much  to  resist  starting  the  morning  with  what  will  hopefully  lead  to  a  repeat  of  the  night  before.  the  petite  brunette  lays  on  her  side  with  feet  dangling  over  the  edge  of  the  bed  as  she  takes  his  semi-hard  cock  between  her  lips,  playing  with  him  as  her  tongue  rolls  against  the  underside.  she  takes  her  time  savoring  the  taste  of  her  own  cunt  as  lazily  sucks  finally  stir  the  man  awake.  “  good  morning,  ”  she  says  with  his  cock  still  pressed  against  her  lips.  “  takes  a  lot  more  to  hurt  me,  sugar.  ”  lola  mews  softly  as  he  tugs  her  head  back,  lips  parting  with  her  tongue  out  as  an  invitation  back  into  her  mouth.  “  no  where  near  done.  ”

he grins and slides himself along lola’s little pink tongue back into the warm, wet embrace of her mouth. it feels good to let her mouth do the work, and the way his hand merely rests on her head show he’s content to let her play as shee likes. “good, ‘cause i’m not done with you either,” he growls. rus relaxes further, opposite hand resting behind his head while he looks back up to the ceiling and relishes in her service. his hung cock continues to inflate in her mouth, but he’s not fully hard yet when he takes control back in his own hands. russell’s grip on lola’s skull constricts and he forces her head down until her nose is buried in his scraggly pubes. breaking through to her throat sends pleasure tingling from head to toe, and it’s not something he wants to end. “god, i missed chicks,” is all he mutters before he starts to empty his bladder. the stream is strong since he didn’t get out of bed once that night and his piss rank from the beers he drank before coming back to hers. rus’ guttural moans are deep and gentle, clear signs that he loves the feeling of a warmed-cock while he relieves himself. 

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rus didn’t really expect to get laid, not so soon after getting out of lockup. he thought he’d be too gruff and too old to pick up co-eds like he used to. but last night he got lucky. must’ve said something right at the bar to get her to invite him over. must’ve done something right to her too apparently. russell’s eyes remain shut despite the satisfyingly warm, wet tug over his fat half-chub. he moans gently, just to let her know he likes the wake-up present. “mornin’,” rus croaks, still groggy and listless. he opens his eyes to watch now, his heavy hand finding it’s place wrapped over the back of her head. “last night wasn’t too rough, was it? i was scared i’d hurt you, but i guess you like me...” russell’s tone is tired and flat, but he wants to know. he pulls her back and uses his other hand to dangle his woody just above her lips. “not done with me yet, sweetheart?”

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“fuckin take it—take it. you’re a slut for this shit, aren’tcha?” joaquín sneers through his growls and pants. there’s a vengeance in the way he pile drives her cunt, and rightfully so: after being toyed with all week on tinder, waiting an extra hour for her to get to his place, and being forced to wear a rubber to fuck, his patience is gone. joaquín wants her to pay tonight, and his long dick is his weapon of choice. “stu–. –pid. whore. fuckin hate stuck-up bitches…” his words match his hips’ impacts until he slams his waist flush to her ass and starts a harsh grind. he finds satisfaction in the sensation of his rough pubes wearing down her pussy-lips. 

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when derrick wakes, he’s groggy and confused. he recognizes his headboard, nightstand, and wall decorations immediately, but is thrown off by the warm sensation enveloping his chub. wait a minute… it’s only when he starts to move that he realizes he feels extra warmth from dick to neck, warmth generated by a body trapped underneath his. poor fucker must’ve been stuck there all night. “oh shit…” he garbles out. derrick attempts to push himself up, but his hangover is a little rougher than anticipated and his full weight flops back down on the guy once more. “sorry about last night. got whiskey dick i guess, just couldn’t cum … or pull out,” he chuckles while his hips grind a bit and his morning wood twitches to life in the dude’s hole. “your pussy’s gonna be so loose today…”

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florxdexcerezos‌:

there was no reason for nikki to like this; being thrown around and have that control taken away from her. to come home from kicking ass to get her own kicked black and blue. she thought she deserved it. and alden was more than happy to give it to her regardless of what was going on in her head. that was what she needed - to be beaten dumb and begging for him to ease the ache between her thighs. the way her head bounced off the wall made her gasp, a shot of pleasure travelling up her spine. 

“fuck yes. please, hurt me more. i’ve been so bad.” whining and pathetic. beautiful. 

alden sneers. he finds her to be absolutely pathetic, yet entertaining all the same. “look at you, you want me so bad you’d even sink to pissing me off just to get a touch. should i be impressed?” the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s slapping her—smack!smack!smack! three times his free hand connects with her cheek before he releases her altogether and steps back. alden unbuckles and removes his belt but never stops glaring at his slut. he even lets his jean-constrained boner pulsate against his thigh to tease her while he keeps his distance. the belt’s looped in one hand, the other is preoccupied with alden’s slow rubbing of his bulge. “c’mere babygirl. daddy wants to play a game.”