"You... oww!... fucking... oww!... bastard!" Piper screamed as Kael's cock began pumping in and out of her unwilling butthole.
"The harder you... MMMmmm... fight me, the worse... ahhhh... it will hurt." Kael grunted on top of her.
"Fuck you assh... jerk!" Piper decided at the last moment that saying fuck you asshole, while he was actually fucking her asshole probably wasn't the most threatenting thing she could say. Although she really wished that she had thought of something a little better then jerk.
Piper thrashed beneath Kael, straining every muscle in a desperate attempt buck him off of her. Her efforts proved to be in vain, he had the weight, the strength, and the dominant physical position. She wondered if this was how a bitch felt as the male dog rode her. Completely superfulous to the act, merely a receptacle, a thing to be used for another purposes. Then she realized that no, this can't be what a bitch feels like, because even a bitch gets to choose who rides her.
Gritting her teeth in rage at the thought Piper continued the struggle, stubbornly refusing to give him the satisfaction of her submission. Kael's happy grunts behind her got a little louder, the slapping of his pelvis against her buttocks grew more urgent. All signs that Kael was approaching his climax. |