“i’m 30 Years Older Than You” Mhm Please Teach Pathetic Inexperienced Little Me How To Be The Best

the confusion of his words would only make my brain mushier. if he loves me, then why is he hurting me like this? why's he apologizing?

i told him to stop and he didn't... but i can't help but feel good n i dunno why :(

i'm sure this is love... this is just how he shows it.. right?

Your older brother fucking you into the mattress while your parents are home. Your bro tries to cover your mouth with his hand, you can’t stop whimpering and moaning as he stuffs your boycunt with his cock.

“Gonna let mom and dad know how much of a big slut you are?“

“Letting them hear how much you love your brother’s cock, yeah?”

“Whether you are or aren’t, I’m still going to r@pe my seed into you..”

“And that’s the way Sir LIKES IT..”

Degradation/praise chat: Praising your little while she's degrading herself for you:

"You're such a pretty 4nal cvnt with daddy's c0ck in your a$$."

"Naww who's my most beautiful p!ss princess? Who's my perfect little urine doll?"

"Ufgh right there you nasty fucking rim angel - jerk me off while you eat my sh1thole."

"Cvm for me p3tal. That's it. Make your dad proud he raised such a fvcking c0ck-drunk wh0re."

You're so stunning with my nut bubs - go check the mirror - style my fvcking cvm for me."

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send me r4pe threats <333

i wanna cum sooo baddd i want you to FLOOOD my dms with r4pe threatssss

“shhh it’s okay, you’re okay” “don’t be scared, you’re safe with daddy” while he crushes me under his weight and forces it inside

creaming all over his cock after talking about how big our age gap is ^_^

need an older man to find me drinking with my friends and get me to himself. we'll talk and he'll order me more drinks until i tell my friends to leave without me. i'm completely gone by the time he mentions going home, so i give him my address so he can drive me.

once we're there, i expect him to leave, but he welcomes himself into my home, into my room. he slowly takes off my clothes, and i try to stop him, i really do, but it's useless.

he tells me how he'd been eying me all night, fantasizing about how and when he'd rape me. he tells me how he doesn't wanna hurt me, how i'll love it, completely ignoring my protests. it's not like it matters, he so much stronger than me anyways and i'm completely out of my mind drunk.

my clothes are off and i faintly feel him rubbing my cunnie, whispering about how wet i am so i must love it... is that true?

once he deems me wet enough, he lines his cock up to my entrance and unbearably slowly slides himself in. all the while telling me how good i feel, how tight i am, how he's been so patient for it.

i never knew i could be raped so... gently? he tells me how desperate i am since i'm clearly in love with his cock. moaning and drooling all over myself from being taken advantage of, but never slamming into me. i'm not sure if it's worse this way, having my rapist take his time breaking me in.

it's not until i've cum three times on his cock do i realize i've been begging for more, begging to be raped by him. he never really picks up the pace, which makes me sob at the speed. i think he likes seeing me cry because i feel him getting harder inside of me. he continues degrading me, raping me slowly, kissing my tears away, i'm so confused..

i think he impregnates me with how many loads he gave me, forced upon me. he tells me how good i was, taking all of him like that. how he's needed that so badly and that i was such a good rape slut for him, making it so easy.