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Markus (Mayshar x FK)

Bryn whimpered and looked up at Markus as he leaned against the counter. Mary pulled away form her breast, she fingers still inside of her.

"Her cunt could be better, but it's usable. Her ass needs more time." Bryn blushed at being spoken of so clinically, when they all knew what was coming. Mary's mouth returned to one of her breasts, unwilling to give it up just yet.

Bryn whimpered, "Please . . Markus . . . " She still hurt but she didn't' want to make him angry by saying so. Still, she didn't want him to fuck her just yet, and sh ewas truly uncomfortable with him watching Mary molest her.
 
Markus doesnt seem to react much to the news, though his eyes give his displeasure at realizing he wont be able to have her ass for awhile. It needed to be fuckable, or it wasnt any fun at all. He shifts his weight and throws his hair back over his shoulder. He can see the look in Bryn's eyes, seeing how uncomfortable she was with the current situation.

"How much time?"

He continued to talk with Mary as if Bryn wasnt even there, ignoring her pleas to not be fucked again so soon.
 
Mary shrugged, then rose from the breast again, "If you fuck her in three days it will hurt her like hell, and probably rip her back open, but the worst of the damage will have healed. As it is, your going to hurt her quieter a lot using her cunt, not that it matters."

She looked up at him, knowing he didn't care, but challenging some. Bryn looked up at him with pleading eyes. She was near cumming again, the girl thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt quickly. Her back arched and she bit her lip.

"Please Markus . . . " Mary's words made her even more afraid of him using her.

"At any rate, as long as she's wearing underwear, she can start sleeping with the dogs tonight." Mary dropped her head again, biting one of Bryn's nipples, making her cry out in pain.
 
Markus sighed as he heard the news from Mary, he wanted Bryn quite bad again but didnt want any kind of permanent damage. Normally he wouldnt give two shits, but if he was going to keep her around she had to be in good working condition.

He saw the look on Bryn's face, and could tell Mary was getting her close to orgasim again already. He wanted to hear Bryn answer while she was cumming, so he posed the question to her now.


"What darlin? Please what? You never seem to finish your sentences anymore. When i first met you, you wouldnt shut that fucking mouth, now you hardly say a word."

He stared into her eyes, waiting for her to cum and answer his question.
 
"Please . . please don't-" SHe almost couldn't finish, her breath rising in a gasp as she cried out, her orgasm hitting her hard, "Please font' fuck me!" She didn't want to say it, but she did. She watched him, afraid of his reaction as Mary pulled her fingers fro her cunt and licked them clean, turning off the shower. As far as she was concerned she was done. She stepped out and grabbed a towel.

"If I'm done here, I'd like to reclaim my bedroom."
 
Markus smiled as he heard Bryn say what he thought she wanted to say. His eyes never left hers as she came for his sister. He let Mary exit the shower and grab the towel to dry herself off, as she walked past him to exit the bathroom his looked shot to her and he grabbed her by the arm.

"Its no longer your bedroom, grab some clothes from it and go sleep with the dogs."

The sentence was said with absolute sincerity and the look in his eyes dared her to challenge him.

"Dont forget sis, this is my house. That is my bitch, she doesnt do anything for you or to you unless I say so, you got that?"

He nods over at Bryn as he makes the last remark, his grip on her arm strong enough to send waves of pain through her body. His eyes remained locked on hers as the reality of what he is saying sinks in.

"Start cleaning my room up, so me and my wife have a clean place to fuck. Until then we are sleeping in your room."

He looks over at Bryn and smiles, which could be taken for a sign of love, or things to come, he lets her own mind dwell on the meaning. He lets go of Mary so she can head out to her tasks.

"And dont forget to take the FUCKING trash out, that kitchen stinks."
 
Mary cried out in pain as her brother grabbed her, about to say something, but she shut her mouth quickly as she looked up at her brother, swallowing her anger and pride. As he sent her through the door she gave a small cry and rubbed her arm. SHe would be sleeping with the dogs? She would be cleaning his room?

As she stormed into her room she began throwing things around, giving a scream of anger as she gathered some things and stormed out of the house. She grabbed the trash and threw it out on her way, kicking one of the dogs as she entered their pen.

Brynn looked up at her soon to be husband with large, fearful eyes, her damp body still pressed back into the shower. She wasn't sure what to think about the look in his eyes. Eventually, she got brave and stepped out of the shower, figuring she should at least show some thankfullness for this change of plans. SHe wouldn't be sleeping with the dogs, and she wasn't cleaning his room. She grabbed a towel, looking at his chest to avoid his eyes.
 
Markus lets out a big sigh, as if the days events had drawn on his last nerve. His hand reaches up and rubs his chin, the stubble making a scratching noise loud enough to echo all over the bathroom. He realized then how much he needed to shave, he hadnt in weeks. He started gathering up some shaving materials as he talked to Bryn.

"So darlin, I have some questions for you. I expect answers, and I expect the truth. Dont test me."

He finished gathering up his straight edge razor and some shaving cream. He places them on the edge of the sink and turns back to Bryn, his hand reaches out and grabs her chin, forcing her gently to look up into his eyes.

"First things first, Markus cant go too long without fucking. So, one way or the other your going to have to satisfy me tonight. As a wedding gift, ill let you decide in which hole that will be occurring. "

He holds her face up, looking into her eyes to make sure she understands his statement before continuing.

"Think about that, and keep your answer a secret. I want you to surprise me later with your decision."

He smiles, knowing her choices are really limited to only a single option unless she wants permanent damage, but he is curious to find out what she decides on anyway. He knows, no matter what she chooses, he will have the chance to make it up to her other openings at a later time. He already has something in mind for their wedding night.

"Back to business, I want to get married sooner rather then later. So Im setting it for a week from now....that ok?"
 
Bryn looked up as Markus spoke, feeling his hand on her chin. His touch made her tremble, and she wondered if she would ever grow out of her fear of him. SHe had always been proud, and mouthy, she had never taken anyone's crap, and yet this man had her afraid of even the gentlest touch. As he told her she'd get to choose what hole he would get, she shuddered. She knew he couldn't' take her ass, and she didn't really want him to take her cunt, but she had to wonder if her mouth was really an option he would take.

As he let go of her face and went back to messing with his shaving things, she moved away just slightly, still looking up at him. When he asked about the wedding she nodded, then remembered he probably wanted her to actually speak.

"Y-yes . . . it's not like . . It's not like I have anyone to come anyway." SHe looked away form him some. She couldn't invite her family, they would throw a fit. They were rich, and she was marrying a biker who liked lived in a dirty trailer and who fucked his siter.
 
Markus thought about her response for a moment, and a thought crossed his mind he couldnt ignore. He turned on the water in the sink, and got down on his knees so Bryn could easily reach his chin and face.

"Shave my face darlin, be gentle and dont cut me. If i see blood, I PROMISE you'll see alot more of yours."

He grabbed the straight razor and handed out to her over his shoulder, waiting for her to take it from his hand. As he does so he looks back over his shoulder at her, his eyes seeming to be calm, calm for Markus anyway. He also glances down at her crotch, checking to see if she needed a shave of her own.

"You have a family dont ya darlin? Mother? sister? Neices? Wouldnt they like to "meet" Markus?"

He said the word meet with an obvious hidden meaning behind it, to which Bryn could only assume he meant to do to them what he did to her. It was up to her to risk lying to him, he might already know the truth, he might not. There was no doubt if they showed up he would have his way with them.
 
Bryn's hand trembled as she reached out for his razor, "Markus I've . . . never shaved anyone." There was sheer terror in her eyes as the idea of nicking him, and she bit her lip. She was just about to press the razor against his chin as he spoke again, and her hand stopped suddenly. The thought of Markus doing what he had done to her to her mother, or anyone else, made her swallow hard.

"I've only got my mother . . and a sister, but . . . " She bit her lip hard, afraid to lie to him, but afraid to tell him the truth, she looked down, and let her own strength come back for just a moment, if only by force, "They would hate you. And if you touched them my father would have your trailer burned down. He's not a nice man."

The truth was, he was the head of a Family . . an Italian family, to be precise . . a very . . large one.

"Please . . . please Markus . . . let me be enough for you . . . . "

She was surprised by the words even as they came out of her mouth, and the razor still trembled in her hand. She knew she couldn't stop him from doing anything he wanted to, but if he asked how to contact her family she would lie. Flat out lie.
 
Markus reached out and grabbed the shaving cream and handed it back over to her as well. He had guessed being the rich bitch she was that she most likely hadnt shaved anyone before. Thats why he wanted her to do it and why he had given her the warning. He didnt look too pleased with her response, the rage he was so well known for shown buried deep in his eyes.

"That sounded like a threat darlin. Markus doesnt take kindly to threats. Your father couldnt do anything to me I couldnt return 10 fold. After all, I did beat, rape, and will force his daughter to marry me didnt i?"

The question was not asked rhetorically, that smile coming back on his face as he waited for her to start shaving him. He looked again at her cunt to see if she was completely bald or she she had some hair. He liked his cunts bald, he would have to take matters into his own hands if Bryn was not so.

"Dont worry darlin, I wouldnt stick my cock in any other rich bitch from your family anyway. Bunch of fucking whores is all they are, Markus likes his women young and tight. I bet your mom has fucked everyone of daddy's friends hasnt she?"

He sounded disgusted that Bryn would even suggest she wasnt enough for him. He would have to make her prove her worthiness to him though, if she truly wanted to protect her family from him she would need to make sure he never had a reason to go look for them, or to want to fuck any of them. She would need to be the perfect little sex slave wife, and satisfy him completely.
 
Bryn was quick to answer as she saw the change in his eyes, pushing her damp hair over her shoulder nervously.

"No, no Markus! I wouldn't threaten you . . . you, you do and get everything you want." She swallowed hard and bit her lip again, her eyes dropping to his jaw line as he handed her the shaving cream. Her own body, which she usually kept clean shaven, needed a little upkeep. bit of strawberry blonde fuzz was beginning to grow between her legs.

As she took the shaving cream form him, she set down the razor, spraying some of the cream into her hand, and then rubbing it over his jaw and cheeks, and over his upper lip. She never took her eyes from where her hand was,and she could feel his rough stubble beneath her fingers. She wondered if he would look less menacing after he was shaved, but figured that, with those eyes, he would never look less than dangerous.

She raised the razor again, moving to the best position in front of him, and began to shave slowly, her hands trembling, silently praying that she would cut him, although the odds were against her. And sure enough, before she was done, she nicked him. She didn't stop when she did, her hands trembling. She hoped that by the time she was done and had rinsed his face, he would never see the blood.
 
Markus seemed to forget their conversation completely, his focus seemed to be on her large breasts now in front of him as she worked on his face. His eyes took in as much of her body as he could before she had to force his gaze away to work on his neck. He had nearly forgotten how gorgeous she was.

He seemed to come back to reality when he decided to tell her to truth about what happened to her, why she was where she was. The thought of her finally knowing what happened made him smile. Just before he began to talk, he felt the nick and his rage boiled for a moment. But he buried it for now, he had other plans. He decided to let her think he hadnt noticed for now and started his story as she continued to shave his face.

"You wanna know something about your not so nice father darlin? He isnt a very good card player. Well, he sucks at it to be honest with you. Youd be amazed at what a desperate man is willing to give up in exchange for his life. Like say..., his oldest daughter? "

That evil smile cracked his lips again as he looked into her eyes as she finished on his face. He wouldnt help but be intrigued to see how she would react to the truth, to the fact her father had given her to Markus in exchange for his life, over a poorly played game of Poker.
 
Bryn actually dropped the razor at his words, staring up into his eyes. She shook her head for a moment, her mouth wide open.

"You . .. You said you only . . . you did this because I cut you off. You- You're lying. You're LYING!"

She pushed up to her feet some, backing away from him, until the small of her back hit the sink. She stared down at him now, hardly noticing the little bit of blood that was on his chin. She was angry, and hurt, and most of all she didn't want to believe him. She shook with the force it took not to kick out at him while his head was low enough for her to actually him, until finally she was forced to give in. He bare foot met his chest with a hard slap. She had barely kept herself from kicking him in the face.

She turned then, and ran for the bathroom door, not that she knew where she would go. She felt tears of anger running down her face, tears of fear and betrayal. She had been sold to Markus? Traded off? SHe sobbed as she reached the door, not even looking back at him, her brain completely shutting down.
 
Markus saw the pain in her eyes and his joy was absolute. Even as she yelled at him, called him a liar he wasnt angry. He was thrilled at the realization of what had become of her and why she had been his the night before. Watching her face as she came to know why her ass had been violated, why this beast of a man had been able to cum in every hole of her body. Why she would be destined to be his fuck slave for the rest of her life.

He started to laugh out loud, a loud evil laugh, as her foot hit his chest. He was shocked she had enough nerve to attack him, of course she didnt have the strength to move him or cause any pain but he nearly fell over from the shock alone. His joy turned to pure demon rage as she bolted for the bathroom door. Obviously, his bitch still had a whole lot more to learn.

Without even getting off of the floor he reached out with his powerful arm and grabbed her long hair, with one yank he sent her flying backwards across the bathroom and through the glass door of the shower. He stood up and marched into the shower after her, throwing aside large pieces of the broken glass, sending them smashing into the walls of the bathroom.

"YOU DARE RUN FROM ME BITCH!! WHERE WERE YOU GONNA GO HUH? YOU BELONG TO MARKUS NOW!! YOUR FATHER SOLD YOU SO HE WOULDNT HAVE TO PAY WITH HIS LIFE!! IT WAS HIS IDEA!! THATS HOW FUCKIN USELESS YOU ARE, EVEN YOUR OWN FATHER WANTED TO GIVE YOU AWAY TO A COMPLETE STRANGER!!"

His booming voice was sure to be heard outside by Mary, he was yelling at the top of his lungs right down into Bryn's face. His massive hand snatched her up by the throat and lifted her high off the ground, pushing her up against the shower wall. His face closes in right next to hers,

"I told him what I was going to do to you when he suggested it, he even showed me a picture. Do you know what he said....Good, the little cunt needs a good beating."

Markus pulls his hand back and with all of his massive frame punches deep into the bathroom wall right next to her face. Had that punched hit her he would have caved in her skull and killed her instantly. After he pulled his hand free of the wall, the slap that followed quickly made her forget the hole in the wall. Her own blood sprayed across the bathroom all over the showerhead.

"I try to be a nice guy, tell you the truth about your family. And THIS is how you repay me?!?!"

He backhanded Bryn, forcing more blood out of her mouth in the opposite direction. Still holding her against the wall, his grip so tight around her neck there was no way she could be breathing, he reached down to the floor and picked up the straight razor. He twirled it in his hand like a pro, obviously quite familiar with that kind of blade. His display ended with the knife up against her face, blood trickling out from the cut he had just started to make.
 
Bryn cried out as her hair was grabbed, but that was nothing compared to what happened to her after that. She never felt herself fly through the air, or her body shatter the glass door, but she felt herself impact with the shower wall. She screamed, but never had the time to sob as Markus grabbed her. She could feel a few pieces of glass in her skin, but they were quickly forgotten as Markus grabbed her around the throat, completely cutting off her air.

She stared up at him in completely renewed fear, realizing that hitting him he had laughed off, it was running that had pissed him off. She grabbed at his wrist when she realized she wasn't breathing, her body hurt from the glass, and slamming into the wall, twice already. She would have screamed when his hand crashed into the wall beside her, but she had been unable to. She was even too scared to tremble.

His hand hit her face first one way, then the other, and she could taste her blood spilling from her mouth, and she knew it had to be everywhere. She would have sobbed had she gotten a breath, but she was already lightheaded, the room swimming around her. She wondered if maybe she had a concussion.

As he picked up the blade she felt her eyes go wider, her vision swimming. Her own blood was flooding her mouth, but that was forgotten as the blade touched her skin, and began cutting into her face. She never thought of scarring, though she should have, all she thought about was the pain, and her inability to scream. She wanted to beg him to stop, to promise him she'd never run away again, that she'd do anything he wanted, that she crawl to him on her hands and knees and lick his dirty boots if that was what he wanted, but all she could do was look up at him was tears streaming down her face, mixing with teh blood he drew from ehr flesh.
 
Markus' eyes locked with hers, seeing the true fear she had just realized. His blade stops, the cut on face being very minor, he didnt want to scar up his pretty little fuck bucket, not yet. He pulled the blade away slightly, and loosened his grip just enough for her to take in a breath. He leaned into her face, his now smooth skin running along her cheek, smearing her own blood, until his mouth stopped right by hear ear.

"Im not going to kill you just yet, you arent getting off that easy darlin. I plan to fuck you, rape you, cum inside every hole you have for many, many years to come."

His voice sounded, hungry. As if he wanted nothing more then what he had said for the rest of his life. His arms straightens out, lifting her even higher along the wall until her cunt dangles in front of his face. He takes his blade, and runs it along her abdomen, down above her pussy and along the inside of or thigh.

"Spread your legs, bitch"
 
Bryn gasped as he loosened his grip, the air filling her lungs painful in itself. She began to sob between screams of pure terror, but as he spoke in her ear, his smooth cheek agianst her face, her screams stopped and she was almost mentally too weak to even cry.

Bryn struggled only slightly as she was moved up the wall, her mind on the fact that he wanted to keep her around for years. She knew she was probably going to have his babies, babies that he would abuse, probably even rape once they hit puberty if they were girls. She sobbed at eh thought. As he cunt cam even with his face and he told her to spread her legs, she first followed instinct. SHe screamed as his blade moved down her tummy, her legs clenched tight together, but as she regained control of her body, she knew she had to spread for him, and so she did, very slowly, open her cunt to him. SHe closed her eyes, not wanting to know what he was going to do as she sobbed, turning her face to one side.

"Please . . . . please . . . Markus . . . "
 
Markus starred into her open cunt, rage still boiling over on his face. His eyes though, his eyes showed an evil that Bryn had not seen before. Despite all of his anger, his rage, this look was completely different...this look was pure evil.

"You keep saying please darlin, but dont finish your thought. From now on, the ONLY thing i want to hear you beg for is my cock. You got that? If anything else comes out of your mouth after the word please, Ill cut your fucking tongue out."

While he is talking, the blade of his razor dances along her inner thighs. He doesnt cut her, but the sharp end does make contact a few times, shooting pain through her nerves. He gets in real close with his face and sniffs her pussy, softly licking her clit once or twice.

"Since this belongs to me, I expect you to keep it shaved for me at all times. As a matter of fact, I expect you to keep your body in perfect female order, in every aspect at all times. You better be ready for me whenever i want you and if something isnt perfect you'll get my fists instead of my dick, is that understood?"

The blade comes up and rests against her skin, above her clit. Markus spits into her pussy and around it, wetting the area enough to do what he has planned. The blade slowly starts to works its way down her body, shaving her crotch. Even with the spit, the skin pulls and it hurts as he moves all around your cunt, shaving everything he can. Just to toy with her, the cold blade "accidently" touches her clit as he moves from side to side. His movements are like an artist, its obvious he is quite skilled with the blade but is causing pain on purpose.

"Mary hates you, and will be rather forceful with you but if you let her harm or scar you ill kill you both. If you need help keeping yourself ready, or healing see her. I dont want to hear about it. I just expect you to be perfect. She knows what i desire, Id suggest having her teach you what I want, after our wedding ill expect you to act in everyway as my wife. If you do something wrong, believe me you'll know it."

He goes over his rules as he continues to shave her between the legs. Expecting her to keep her legs open the entire time for him to do his work. He never looks up at her, but expects her to be listening and to follow his instructions to the letter. His frustration at not being able to fuck his new prize seems to be taking over, as he has lost any patience or kindness he may have shown before.

Once he is done, he drops her to the ground. Still holding the razor over her, he stands right in front of her, his cock fully erect and throbbing in her face. Without saying a word, his eyes demand satisfaction.
 
Bryn sobbed and cried out as he shaved her. She did her best not to squirm, still grasping at his arm. She wanted to beg him to stop, but he had made clear his feelings about that. Instead she closed her eyes, her body tense but open, and prayed for it to end quickly. Every time the blade touched her clit she cried out in fear. As he finally finished her and dumped her on teh ground she yelped.

She felt some of the glass cut into ehr skin, and she wondered if she would have pieces left in her. She did not check though, instead she did her best to ignore it, pushing herself onto her knees as she looked up at Markus. She knew what he wanted, without asking. Tears ran down her face as she opened her mouth, leaning forward, glass crunching beneath her. She took his cock into ehr mouth without playing any games, without any timidity, and she began sucking him. SHe moved her tongue over the head, especially just beneath the ridge, as she began working the cock in and out of her mouth, looking down at his stomach as she began to really suck him. She understood now that her life, sold to an abusive drunk, was probably never going to be good or easy again, and she trembled, crying at the thought. SHe had to wonder if she had really earned this kind of punishment.
 
Markus stood over her with his arms crossed, his head leans back while he basks in the amazing blow job Bryn is giving him. For the first time, he truly thinks he may have made the right choice for a wife. He knew there was a hot slut buried under her thick, rich bitch skin somewhere, he just had to bring it out. It may take some time before she did what she was supposed to with needing to get beaten. It may take even longer for her to do what he wanted without crying, but thats part of the fun in training a wife to be.

Thoughts ran through his head of getting to feel her cunt and ass again, even though it had only been around 24 hours, his cock was dying for another go at her more pleasureable holes. He silently cursed to himself for being so rough on her before, he knew he would have to wait before he could taste that shit again. He let his mind go back to when he first entered her virgin ass. His body actually trembled as the moment flooded back into his mind....

Markus slaps her ass again just for good measure as he works on lining up his big cock with her asshole.

"Your really gonna wish you had done this before darlin, I aint going to be gentle like your little dick boyfriend would be."

As he gets himself lined up, he spits a good wad onto his hands and uses it to slicken up his massive thick shaft. He kneels down behind her and shoves his dick into her ass as hard as his pelvis can thrust, timing it perfectly with his brothers thrusting from the front, a tactic they have obviously done before.

Bryn was going to scream from the sudden, blinding pain, but she was too busy choking on Drake's cock. instead, she suffered the tearing pain of Marku's big cock in her ass in near silence.

As Drake really started pumping her, she made choking and gagging noises over and over again, her saliva running down her chin and his cock as she sobbed between thrusts. She could feel the big man behind her thrusting in and out of her ass, and it sent bolts of pain through her entire body.

Markus stood silent and in bliss as he let Bryn work his cock like the good little slut she was. He would occasionally look down at her head, liking that she was focused purely on his dick at that moment and ignoring everything else, just the way she should be. He knew she was eager to get it over with and maybe get some rest, but he wasnt ready to cum yet. He wanted the bitch to work for it this time, really work for it.
 
Bryn's hands raised to Markus' thighs timidly as she continued to suck him, trying to force his massive cock into her throat again. She was struggling with the task, tears running down her face as she made the attempt. One of her hands moved down and touched his scrotum timidly, before beginning to caress it, squeezing gently.

She never looked up at him, and tried her best only to think of his cock as she sucked it, hoping she could make him cum fast, and that he wouldn't have as much in him this time. She knew he had gotten off at least a couple of times already, and she hoped that he had emptied most of what he had in his balls.

Her hands, though shaking, worked his balls with some skill as she tried harder to force his cock into her already sore throat, failing a few times before finally succeeding. She gagged and choked on it, and her tears ran a little faster, but she had already pissed him off too much, and wanted to show him he didn't need to beat her any more right then.
 
Markus let out a small grunt of pleasure as her hands started working his balls. That was unexpected from a bitch like this. He would have never guessed she had skills like this, he was pleasntly surprised. He opened his legs a small bit, giving her better access to reach his scrotum and maybe even under, his taint. He let out another moan as she finally got his cock deep into her throat and gagged on him.

"Fuck yea...thats it bitch...Mmmmhmmmm, so maybe you are worth keeping around. It looks like I found something your actually good at."

One massive hand reaches out and starts caressing her hair and moving it out from in front of her face so he can look right down on her mouth chocking on his huge cock. His other hand goes lower and starts grabbing at her boobs like one would expect a drunk biker to grab at boobs. His hand very rough and calloused as he groped at her tits. Pulling and squeezing as he let out a few more grunts and moans.

"Gag on me darlin...take me all the way down. I want even inch of this dick down your throat."

The hand around her face grabbed at the back of her head and starting forcing her head deeper onto him, helping her take every inch of him.
 
Bryn whimpered and gagged more as Markus forced her further down his cock, tears running faster down her cheeks. Still, she did her best to continue playing with his balls, her fingers timidly moving further back. She didn't like playing with taints, but she knew that if she ever wanted Markus to be happy with her, maybe even grow tender towards her, she would have to do everything . . absolutely everything, so she pressed two fingers against his taint, pressing it a little.

She continued to work her tongue as he forced his cock further into her mouth, once again taking over. SHe began to realize that it was hard for him to just let her do something, he wanted to control her at all times.

Her tears came faster, she wanted him to cum, and he wasn't, she wanted him to let go, and instead he was holding on, usuing her. Still, his cock worked all the way into ehr mouth, and though she was choking and gagging, even struggling some, she was glad, this would make him cum faster.
 
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