Need An Older Man To Find Me Drinking With My Friends And Get Me To Himself. We'll Talk And He'll Order

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.