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Prison Break(Loveme and GuyverGuy)

He heard the crack too, and he grinned like a crazy person. Naturally he didn't care if something had broken, it was her own fault, talking to him like he wasn't the man with all the power over her. He dropped her onto her bed, letting her hair go so she could fall.

"Good, now what did I say do, convict?"
 
Rising from the bed slowly, she turned. Looking down at her feet. She did not want to look at him. "You said to turn around and bend over....."
 
He cracked her in the rear with the club, not as hard as he had when he had been trying to hurt her earlier but it was supposed to make the point that he really wasn't playing.

"Bend then! This isn't a game, follow my commands!"
 
Turning around, her back facing him. You could see the bruises starting to get bigger on her side that he had recently hit the most times. She bent down, screaming out in pain as she felt the broken rib in her chest. she would please him yet again, she would obey him.
 
He ignored her little scream, how long had it been since he'd turned from a shinny eyed rookie into a dirty old man? Didn't mater, he was to busy closing the distance between them, and sliding in behind her with a nice, rock hard manhood to think about it.

He took hold of his member to aim it at the entrance to her womenhood, and didn't even warn her as he started to push, slipping inside without so much as a hello.
 
Ferrah moaned and screamed as he entered her womanhood. She wanted to collapse, and did so. Pain was all over her body, she could not take it anymore.
 
Marcus was annoyed, she had to go on and fall over, made what he was doing harder. But it'd get done, he had to climb down to the ground and lean over her back side, but he slipped his shaft right back on in, right down to the base with one easy thrust of his hips.
 
She wanted to scream out, but that took her breathing and trying to scream. she didnt want to. Letting him use her like a doll, having no choice at the moment.
 
On the other side of the coin, Marcus was enjoying himself. He figured he'd start off nice and slow, rearing back to draw his thick ol' manhood out of her, about halfway, just before he guided it back in, nice and slow, until he had it back down to the hilt. He established a nice rhythm.
 
Ferrah closed her eyes, pulling her pillow off the edge of her bed to lie her face on. She wasn't about to lay it on the Nasty floor. Feeling him begin to estaish a rhythm, she sighed. Wonderering bow long he would keep at it.
 
He only lasted a bit longer, apparently he was still sensitive from her little blowjob earlier. He got in a few more strokes, and a few more grunts before he plowed one last time and stayed nice and deep inside her, and started riding his orgasm, shooting off long sustained strings of his semen, right into Ferrah. His job was good, he though absently.
 
Feeling his semen squirting into her, she sighed. Being happy that that should mean that he was finished with her. Now the thing was if he would leave her alone, and let her sleep. Try to recuporate from the broken rib that he had given her. Pulling away from him, she layed down on the floor, curled up in a ball.
 
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