"No second thoughts, tell me more."
From Create Your Own Story
“More?” he says, and laughs, then steps back long enough to lock the front door of the bar. He turns back to you, and steps forward, planting a rough kiss on you and pushing you backwards into the main bar room.
He steers you through the main room, kissing you roughly and filling your mouth with his tongue, and grabbing at your ass. He comes up for air near the bar, and you press against his thick chest, panting from the possessiveness of his kisses.
"Okay, more," he says, coming up for air. "The more I hurt you, the more I get hard. I like fucking a slut like you like you deserve to be fucked. I don't go easy on you, period."
He tugs at your jeans, and once again you shuck them, kicking off your shoes, and standing naked except for your socks in front of him. Your dick is hard, and he smiles. He pulls his black shirt over his head, revealing a muscular chest covered with dark curly hairs, and then undoes his belt with a flick of his wrist.
He steps out of his pants, his boxers tenting out in front of him, and then tugs them down as well. His dick is massive, easily the largest you've seen. It's thick, veiny, and cut, with a round bulbous head already a dark purple.
“So. That's the deal. You still want it, slut?” he asks, taking his hairy balls in one thick hand.
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