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219 pages, Paperback
First published June 17, 2020



I’ve denied myself this for years, watched and done nothing other than touch myself and none of them. Not this time. My clothes get discarded and the belt goes to her open mouth, my hands shoving it across her teeth. “Bite down, this will hurt.” It does hurt her. It’s endless, as I drive myself into her ass again and keep stretching that pussy wide open. I find a dildo from the racks and use it, harshly opening her ass up as I fuck into her, and then I use the belt again on her back, ribs, shoulders. She’s yanked, tugged, pulled into any position I can think of using and fucked again from a new angle, all the time keeping her eyes forward so she can keep watching the men fucking like she said she wanted. She gets that. I get this. My mouth moves over her raw skin, biting, licking, sucking. Ass, cunt, nipples and bones. Anything I can get my teeth to or taste with my tongue is devoured and not given fair warning for the pain that’s coming because of them. Warnings aren’t for people like her or me. Not now. She knew. She felt the power of me in her, on her. And yet still she pushed for her dance. Her one dance. Each time I come it blends into the next eruption, brings a new sensation because of her voice, tone and pleas egging me on for more, regardless of her same pleas for leniency. She’s not getting any. Not here. She’s got her fantasy to watch, and I’m using mine for as long as I’m able. Ferocious, feral thoughts push me onwards, years of holding back and containing finally finding freedom to commit sin after sin after sin. I’m fogged over, misted in animalistic lust for her skin and unable to hear anything but her and her desperation, whether that be for more or less. I eventually drag her limp body from the floor and push it towards a wall, not finished regardless of coming repeatedly inside her, on her. It’s in her mouth, in her hair, on her face and in her ass. And I’ll go again and again until I can’t move anymore and I’ve come more times than I can remember. She groans and hangs onto me, letting me use and abuse anything I feel like using on her. Every hole, every thought delivered without remorse or guilt or shame.