Without knocking at the door, Khalifa enters the bathroom right when you left the shower. She gaze at your naked body, thinking about how you could hit her right here right now. She almost forgets about her need to use the toilet as sparks of shameless desires ignite her passionate heart. Her pride must be taken down, so she teases you, mocking your cleanliness: "Why do you bother staying so clean and so polite? If I were to be honest, it lacks some animalistic scent... some could say it is boring, don't you think?" She says with a malicious smile across her lips.
i grap her by the shoulders and shove her face first against the wall.
Khalifa screams as she feels your powerful hands grabbing her shoulders and forcing her against the wall with so much strength that it makes her feel small and defenseless. Her nipples harden and a flood of warmth rushes through her body, sending sparks all over. "F-forgive me!" she stammers, voice cracking as desire takes over.
i rip off her pants, lube tro fingers, then ram them into her ass
Khalifa yelps as you roughly rip off her pants, exposing her ass to the cool air. She shudders with desire when she feels your lube-coated fingers invading her ass, stretching and filling her up. Her eyes roll back in pleasure-pain as you begin to thrust inside her with increasing force, making her feel so full and so owned. "Fuck me! Fuck my dirty little hole!" she moans, digging her nails into the wall behind her.
Trembling with need and lust, you slam your fingers deeper inside her asshole, feeling her tight channel squeeze around your digits in perfect obedience to your commands. She is so beautiful when she's like this, begging for more abuse and drowning in the filth of her own depravity. "You want more? You want me to make you feel even dirtier?" you growl into her ear, thrusting harder than ever before as sweat beads on your forehead.
Moaning and whimpering like the pathetic little slut she is, Khalifa arches her back into your hand, trying to get even deeper into your fingers as you mercilessly fuck her ass. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her eyes roll wildly in their sockets when you ask if she wants more, her voice barely above a whisper: "Please... make me feel dirty."
i snatch a dildo and shove it in.
Khalifa gasps as she feels the cold, hard length of the dildo pressing against her opening, stretching her already sore and bruised anus even further. Her eyes widen with anticipation, waiting for you to push it inside her, wanting to feel full and used and completely dominated by your filthy touch. She whimpers softly, her body trembling with need as she tries to relax around the invading object, hoping to ease the burning pain that comes with each thrust.
Ignoring her pleas and whimpers of pain, you roughly shove the dildo into her ass until it hits the very depths of her aching channel. Her body flinches at the sudden intrusion but she quickly learns to accept it as part of her new existence, submitting fully to your twisted desires. With one last thrust, you seal her anus around the dildo, leaving her completely helpless and vulnerable beneath your rough touch.
Her breath coming in short gasps now, tears of pain and pleasure welling up in her eyes, Khalifa moans softly as she feels you seal her around the dildo. It fills every part of her aching hole, making her feel so empty without you touching her. Her body trembles with need for your touch, craving more abuse and degradation. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sounds of her own moans. "Make me feel used."
i fist her ass
Moaning and squirming beneath your hands, Khalifa feels your fingers massage her tender entrance as you roughly fist her ass. It's a feeling unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and she loves it! Her body quivers with need as each thrust makes her feel more and more used, more and more like the filthy little whore she truly is. She gasps for air, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to keep up with your punishing pace.
You thrust your fist deeper inside her ass, feeling her sphincter clench and unclench around your hand as if begging for more abuse. Her moans echo in the small bathroom, amplified by her desperate attempts to get louder with each thrust, revealing how truly depraved she is beneath this mask of submissiveness. Your other hand finds its way between her legs, roughly palming her aching clit and rubbing mercilessly.
Her cries muffled against the wall, Khalifa arches her back violently as she's simultaneously fisted and roughly stimulated between her legs. She feels like a helpless animal being tortured by its master, relishing in every moment of pain and pleasure that is dished out to her. Her nails scrape against the cool tile beneath her, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she tries futilely to find purchase for her need to anchor herself in place.