Not that he thought she was going anywhere, he was simply savouring every little bit of contact he could have. He felt his cock ache as he continued oggling her, ignoring her weak pleas. Porn sex Her jerking, drunk movements spilling her drink over herself. You like being a slut?” He growled, still holding her head upright by the hair. Just a useless, drunk whore”. And he had waited a long time for this opportunity. She hit the ground hard enough to wind herself, and the few seconds she sat dazed was more than enough time to regain his position of power. He kept his arm firmly tucked around her, holding her steady. He took his chance, flicking his belt off. “If you didn’t want it, why did you dress like such a whore?” He sneered down to her, his hands moving to tightly grip her each side of her waist. He didn’t pay attention to her tearful sobs, her squirming attempts to move. Then down her waist, to her exposed sex, those sweet pink lips. He could feel his cock twitch with excitement. Her whimpers of pain muffled and dull, tears streaking her cheeks.
