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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Tdicky...)
You decide that what you’re gonna do to Monica shouldn’t be done in such a public place, despite the deviancy already occurring here. You and Monica had “something” before you got with Rachel, and you realize you may have some repressed anger left over from then.
“You’re coming with my, my little cum bucket,” you say and Monica’s body twitches with the pet name she hasn’t heard in so long.
You grab her hair and forcefully drag her up the stairs, not caring for her whimpering as her naked body bangs on the stairs. Still dragging her by her hair, you make your way to the bedroom and close the door behind you.
“What’re you gonna do to me?” Monica whimpers, actual fear in her voice.
You spit on her face in response. “Whatever I want to.”
Your dick twitches at the thought of ravaging Monica’s petite body and it hardens bigger than perhaps it’s ever gotten before. Even Monica is impressed as her eyes bulge at the sight of it.
You grab her head and force it down on the side of the bed so that she’s looking up at the ceiling. Then you position your monster erection on top of her face. She’s barely visible underneath it. You line the tip of your dick above her eye and let pre-cum drip into it. She twitches but you hold her in place.
“It’s been a while since I’ve filled you with my cum,” you say as jizz leaks from her eye and slides down her cheek like a tear. “And I’ve got so much to give you.”
“Please Ross, be gentle,” she begs.
You slap Monica cross the face hard, leaving behind a red hand print. “No.”
With that, you drag her up by her hair, turn her around and push her onto the bed. With her legs spread, you stick your cock into her ass and pull back on her hair, forcing her entire body back. You move one hand around her neck and slap her plump ass cheeks with the other, pushing harder and harder into her with each slap.
“How do you like this cock in your ass, my little cum bucket?”
“I love it, Ross, your cock is so big!” she screams, although it must be hard for her with your hand around her throat.
You wonder what to do with her next when you hear the bedroom door swing open.
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