Sometimes I am all about getting fucked and fucked hard. No names, no worship, no tribute just rough fucking. A trip to an after hours club and you are mine for the night.You aren’t exactly my type, but then who really is? What you are is sexy, muscled, you know how to dress and you clearly have a huge cock. I know more about you than you could imagine since I have been stalking you like prey the last week.
You try to be romantic, sickly sweet really and that could grow rather tiring to moi fast. So I take you to a hotel, I already have the key. You are questioning things yet again, talking way to much. You ask why just a seedy hotel for a queen like me. All I can think in my head is SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I push you down on the bed, you are amazed at my strength. I rip my own dress off and unzip your well fitting Levi’s. I begin to ride you, no foreplay, just hard fucking. You look at my exquisite face and see it has changed to evil and demanding. I ride you harder, screaming in pleasure as my hands find your throat. You want to pull me off of you but you can’t as no pussy has ever felt like mine before. You feel my black fingernails digging into your neck as I choke you harder, your eyes roll back in your head. I call to the desk, to clean up my mess.
Written By: Malaya Max
