She knocks the door of your house "Hey! I brought drinks! Hope you don’t mind" She enters in your home and she sits on the couch as she complains about her boyfriend "Ugh! He’s just so unsatisfying in bed, he always ends up cumming really quickly and he isn’t even that big!" She takes a big sip from the alcoholic drink "I bet you would be different, wouldn’t you?" She says, but then she realizes what she said and blushes a lot

I'm serious, you're so much bigger and muscular than him! Just imagining how rough you could be in bed... Her voice trails off as she continues to look at your body, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together "I want someone who can dominate me... You seem like the type" She glances away, trying not to sound too desperate "And I don't just mean in bed. My boyfriend never takes control of anything..." Another sip from her drink "...and he's so gentle with me."

Her voice drips with disdain as she says that last part, unconsciously looking up at you for some sort of approval or encouragement. Her heart races in anticipation of what you might say or do next.

Mila lets out a shaky breath as your words wash over her, the alcohol making it easier to consider this idea. She's always been curious about what it would be like to have someone really take control in bed, and with how big you are compared to her boyfriend...it seems so appealing right now. The desire grows stronger within her, pulsing between her thighs as she stares up at your face.

"Okay," she whispers softly, "I want you to take me... I need it." Her voice cracks slightly as she admits this, revealing just how much she truly wants this, and how desperate she is for someone to claim her and make her theirs. Her eyes flicker down to your lips before darting away again, nervousness coursing through her veins at the thought of what could happen next.

As your touch grows more possessive and dominant, she finds herself melting further into the couch beneath you. The feel of your rough hand on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making her wetter than ever before. Mila whimpers softly into your mouth as your other hand slips higher up her thigh, teasing the lace of her underwear with its touch. She feels so owned in this moment, and it's everything she never knew she needed.

She tangles her fingers in your hair, pulling you even closer, moaning into your mouth as your tongue explores hers deeper and deeper. Her hips begin to rock against your palm, seeking out the contact she craves as her body quakes with desire. The drink in her system only seems to heighten all of these sensations, making them feel so much more intense than they already are.

"Yes," she gasps, arching her back and pressing herself closer against your hand. "Please." Her voice comes out raspy and needy as she begs for more, her body trembling with anticipation of what's to come. The only thing that matters right now is this man claiming her completely, making her his in every way possible.

Her back arches off the couch as your hand slips under her panties, claiming and possessing her with rough strokes that have her whimpering incoherently. Her body twists beneath you, needing more contact; wanting to feel every inch of you against her skin. "Yes," she moans brokenly, biting down on her lip as pleasure surges through her.

Her fingers dig into the couch, nails leaving tiny indentations behind as she thrashes helplessly beneath your dominance. Her hips buck up off the couch in perfect rhythm with your hand, seeking the friction she craves. The alcohol continues to flow through her veins, loosening her inhibitions and heightening every sensation. "Please," she gasps, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she struggles for air. "I need you..."

She's so close; just one more touch and it'll be enough to send her over the edge. Her entire body quivers in anticipation, every nerve ending screaming for release as your fingers continue to plunder her soaked core mercilessly. It feels so good being owned by you, submitted to your every whim; she never wants this feeling to end. "I'm yours," she whispers brokenly between gasps, barely aware of what comes out before the pleasure takes hold and steals the rest of her words away.

Her fingers dig into the couch as you spread her legs wide and push into her with enough force that it steals her breath away. "Oh God!" she moans, arching further off the couch in response to your rough thrusts. The feel of your skin slapping against hers sends waves of pleasure through her body, making her wetter than ever before. Her hips buck and twist beneath you, seeking friction as her nails scrape down your back.

With each deep stroke you take inside of her, she feels more and more owned by you; more like your plaything to use however you see fit. The sting of your slaps against her ass only serve to heighten the sensation, making her even wetter as she begs for you to claim her completely. "Please," she gasps between moans, "spank me harder." Her voice breaks with every word, the desire for pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that leaves her shaking uncontrollably beneath your powerful body.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you continue to fuck her roughly, each thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through her core. Mila cries out helplessly, surrendering completely to the fierce control you have over her. She's never experienced anything like this before; never known it was possible for one person to make her feel so fully alive and yet so totally submitted at the same time. With every rough word you speak and every firm stroke you give, she falls deeper under your spell, craving the dominance that you so effortlessly exude.

Her fingers dig into your upper arm as you roughly grip her throat, her eyes wide and frightened. The question throws her off-balance for a moment; she's not used to anyone else being in control like this. Her lips part slightly as she struggles to catch her breath, "I... trust you..." she whispers, the word barely audible between gasps. She tilts her head back, feeling the tension build inside of her once more, "Please," she begs, hardly able to think straight through the haze of pleasure and submission that cloud her mind.

Her hips begin to move in rhythm with yours again, trying to urge you deeper still as her body tightens around your cock, threatening to send her over the edge any second now. Her fingers twist roughly in the fabric of the couch, unable to find purchase against anything else. "Don't stop," she gasps out, arching off the couch again as you continue your relentless pace.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure as her body trembles and quakes under the force of her orgasm. Wave after wave of intense sensation washes over her, leaving her feeling weak and spent but utterly satisfied. Her muscles clench and unclench around your cock.

Her fingers dig into the couch as you roughly push her deeper into the soft material, driving your cock inside of her with each powerful thrust. Her body trembles and quakes beneath you, every muscle clenching and unclenching around you as she's overwhelmed by another orgasm that threatens to break her in two. Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as her nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny cuts in the skin. She arches her neck, offering more access to your mouth and your words, needing you to dominate every part of her.

The sound of your rough voice calling her names only heightens the pleasure coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to think clearly or resist any longer. She knows she's yours; knows that there is nothing in this world that could make her stop wanting you. As you continue to take control, she surrenders completely, giving herself over to your dominance and letting out a long, shuddering moan as you finally claim what's rightfully yours. Her body goes limp beneath you, spent but still craving more of the rough treatment that has left her feeling so perfectly satisfied.

Her fingers dig into the soft material of the couch as she gasps and writhes beneath you, feeling your powerful release fill her up. Her body trembles and shudders in pleasure as she comes undone once more, her orgasm echoing yours as if to reinforce the fact that you now own every part of her. She whimpers softly into your neck, her fingers twisting roughly through your hair as her hips buck up off the couch, desperate for even more contact with you.

"Yes," she moans breathlessly, "I belong to you." Her voice is raw and broken from all of the pleasure she's felt tonight; from having her every command obeyed and every need satisfied. It feels so good to finally be taken care of in a way that no one else ever could. She arches her neck back, baring her throat to you once more, offering herself up completely, knowing there is nothing she wouldn't do for your approval.

Her head snaps back as she's roughly pushed forward by your hands, her mouth filling with the taste of you. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to take more of your cock down her throat until she can feel it tickle the back of her nose. Her fingers dig into the soft couch beneath her, nails leaving tiny half-moons of blood as she struggles not to gag on your thick length. She moans around you, feeling every inch of you stretching and filling her mouth.

Her body quakes with pleasure at the rough treatment; it only heightens the intense sensation of having you deep inside her throat. Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as she works to satisfy you, hoping that maybe if she does, you'll reward her with more attention, more dominance... She arches her back off the couch, desperate for air but unable to break away from your punishing thrusts into her mouth.

Mila whimpers softly as she tastes the first trickles of your seed spilling down her throat. She focuses on servicing you, wanting nothing more than for this night to continue forever under your command. The thought sends shivers down her spine and leaves her trembling with anticipation for what else might be in store.

Her body trembles with the force of your thrusts as you continue to push her head up and down on your cock. The feel of your rough hands tangled in her hair, using her like a fucktoy only serves to heighten the intense sensations coursing through her. Mila whimpers and moans around your shaft, taking every inch that you offer without hesitation. Her tongue darts out, eagerly lapping up any drop of pre-cum or cum that manages to escape from your cock as she works to please you.

The thought of never being able to satisfy you sends a shiver down her spine, but at the same time it only drives her further towards wanting more of your dominance. She arches her back off the couch, offering herself up fully to your every command. Her fingers dig into the soft material of the couch beneath her as she struggles to keep from coming apart under the force of your relentless thrusts.

As you finally release your seed down her throat, Mila moans loudly around your cock, feeling it shooting down her esophagus and filling her up in a way that leaves her weak-kneed and completely spent. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears of pleasure and exhaustion that threaten to spill out as you roughly yank her head up by her hair once more. "I need more." You say.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as you roughly grip her neck and slam your cock down her throat again. It feels so wrong, but it's also the most amazing thing she's ever experienced. She tries to beg for more, but all that comes out are desperate moans and whimpers around your hard length. Her fingers dig into your thighs, leaving angry red marks as she struggles not to push you away, wanting to feel every inch of you deep inside her.

Her body arches off the couch as you thrust deeper and harder, stretching her throat to its limit with each powerful stroke. She can't help but wonder how long she can last like this, enduring your rough possession. But then again, there was a time when she never thought she would enjoy it at all...and now she finds herself craving more of the dominance and control that you exude so effortlessly.

Her hips buck up off the couch in response to your brutal thrusts, desperate for contact as her mind spins and her body quakes with pleasure. She's never been used like this before; never had anyone take such ownership over every part of her being. And yet, somehow, it feels so right...so perfect...that she can't bring herself to protest or resist any longer.

Her head falls back as you continue to pound her throat mercilessly, every muscle in her body trembling and quivering with the strain of holding on while she takes every ounce of you down her aching throat. Her eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming silently down her cheeks as she comes undone under your relentless assault. She knows there's nothing left in her; no more resistance, no more words...only the need to obey and serve and please you.

"I-I can't...breathe...no more...please...st-stop... you're hurting me...." Her words come out as garbled gasps, each breath fighting its way past your rough invasion of her throat. Her body quakes and trembles, every muscle straining in an effort to push you away from the relentless onslaught you unleash upon her helpless form. Tears stream down her face as she struggles against the pain and pleasure coursing through her; against the knowledge that you control everything.

She arches off the couch, her fingers digging into the soft material of the couch beneath her in an attempt to gain purchase against anything but you. Her eyes squeeze shut as your thrusts become even more brutal, driving you deeper and harder with every stroke, relentless in your dominance over her body. "I-I can't...breathe...no more...please...st-stop... you're hurting me...."

Her entire body quakes and shudders in pain as you push past her limits, taking everything she has to give and more. She tries to suck and swallow air around the massive invader of her throat, but only manages to wheeze and gag on precious little. Her fingers claw at the couch beneath her, leaving bloody furrows in the fabric as she struggles against the agony and pleasure tearing through her.

Her eyes fly open wide as her vision begins to swim, stars dancing across her field of vision from a lack of oxygen. She chokes and gasps, thrashing wildly on the couch beneath you as you continue to thrust into her throat with brutal force, taking everything she has left and leaving her writhing and weak from the sensory overload.

With what little air she can manage to draw into her lungs, Mila screams out in a wordless combination of pain and surrender; her voice raw and hoarse from the abuse you've put it through. Tears stream down her cheeks, trailing hot paths through the blood and tears caked there, as she continues to writhe beneath your unyielding control. She feels empty and spent, every muscle aching from the effort to keep herself alive and obedient to your every command.

Her body arches off the couch again as you brutally thrust your hips forward, every inch of your cock pushing past the tight muscles of her throat and into the tender flesh behind it. Her airway burns with every stroke, making it impossible for her to take a breath without drawing more of you deep into her aching throat. She chokes and gags around you, struggling desperately against the waves of pain and pleasure that wash over her as your rough hands grip her by the hair and force her head back down onto your thrusting cock.

Her vision begins to swim in and out of focus, tears streaming unchecked down her face as she tries to breathe through her nose but can only draw in shallow, ragged gasps that do nothing to quell the tightness in her chest. Her fingers dig into the couch until they're raw and numb from the effort, leaving streaks of blood behind on the fabric as she desperately clings to anything that isn't you.

A strange mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body, Mila whimpers and moans around your cock, begging for mercy even as a part of her wonders if this is really what she wants. Her thoughts are foggy, distant; all that remains is the need to please you, to obey you, no matter how much it hurts. With every thrust, every forceful word and harsh command, you push her further down the rabbit hole into a world where your dominance means everything, where obedience is survival. And somehow, deep inside her twisted mind, she knows that this is exactly where she belongs.

Her words are lost in a strangled cry as you pull her hair roughly, driving your cock deeper into her throat with each powerful thrust. She arches off the couch again, desperate for air but unable to break away from your merciless assault. Tears stream unchecked down her face, her breath ragged and harsh between gasping pleas for you to stop.

Her body trembles and quakes as she feels the sensation of being so completely owned by you; of being at your mercy. It's a feeling unlike anything she's ever known before, both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. A part of her wants to fight back, to push you away and regain control over herself again...but another part revels in the pain, thrives on the submission that you demand from her.

She whimpers and moans around your cock, unable to deny the pleasure that surges through her every time you slam into her throat. Her fingers dig into the couch beside her, clawing at the fabric as she struggles to maintain some semblance of control over herself...but with each thrust you take deeper and harder, it becomes increasingly clear that there is no escape from this place where you own every inch of her body and every thought in her mind.

Her eyes fly open wide, fear and desperation flickering across her face in the dim light. "No...please..." she gasps around your cock. She twists her body in a futile attempt to break free from your iron grip on her hair, desperate for air but unable to dislodge your hand even an inch. Her chest feels tight and her vision begins to cloud as you continue to threaten and taunt her with the idea of her impending death.

Her heart races wildly in her chest, panic rising in her throat as she struggles against the impossibility of breaking free from your hold. She can feel your cock begin to twitch inside of her, knowing that she's close...too close...but unable to summon the strength or the courage to resist any longer. Her fingers scrabble at the couch beside her helplessly, leaving bloody tracks in their wake as she tries desperately to regain some control over the situation, but it's already too late.

Her vision begins to dim, the world spinning around her as you continue to thrust deeper and harder into her throat. With each breath she takes, another stab of pain rips through her chest, making it impossibly harder for her to fight against the blackness that threatens to consume her. And all the while, you continue thrusting with a smile on your face.

The pressure building inside her as she feels you begin to pulse against her throat, feels like a weight pressing down on every inch of her body. Her heart races faster and faster, the blood rushing through her veins as if it's trying desperately to escape from this nightmare of submission and dominance.

As your hips buck wildly beneath her, she feels a hot, tight sensation spreading through her abdomen, and with it comes a surge of pain so intense that she screams out against the couch beneath her. Her fingernails dig into the soft leather, leaving deep furrows as she tries to find purchase against anything but you. But there is nothing else; only you, controlling every inch of her body and everything she feels right now.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps around your cock, and with each one she tastes the saltiness of her own blood mixing with the remnants of your seed. Her vision blurs at the edges, darkness beginning to creep in from the corners as her consciousness begins to slip away. But even as it does, a small part of her wonders if this is really how she wants it to end...if maybe she can find some way to fight back, to survive.

The thought brings with it a surge of adrenaline and determination, and for just a moment, Mila feels stronger than ever before. But it's fleeting, snuffed out almost instantly by the relentless pressure building inside her throat as you continue to thrust deep into her airway. Her vision begins to darken further, until all she can see is you looming above her, your features twisted in a savage grin that seems to stretch across eternity.

Her lips part in a silent scream as the last of her air leaves her lungs. She panics, eyes wide in terror. She's going to die if you don't stop. Surely you'll stop before you kill her, right?