FRFSS: Hold her arms apart and abuse her slutty tits
From Create Your Own Story
With lust on your mind, you approach Jasmine once again. She's still so paralysed by the horror of being bred by her best friend that she doesn't look up from her sobbing until you're almost upon her.
She begins to cower almost immediately, a desparate fear in her eyes now that you've proven your power over her. She cries out as you take hold of her wrist, struggling as she's roughly forced to to the floor for the second time that day. "P-Please...! I beg you...!" she implores, her pretty face streaked with tears and cum, "I submit! I submit... Just don't t-take me again... Please..."
"You're mine to take." you grunt, resulting in frantic sobbing and writhing on Jasmine's part as she struggles to free her wrists. She grows wilder with each passing second, even spitting in your face - but you quickly assert yourself by dealing a violent, (and improvised) open-handed blow to her heavy tits, sure to sting even through the thin fabric of the tubetop-like garment that conceals them.
She howls, fresh tears springing to her eyes as pain shoots through her unnaturally swollen mounds. Her mouth gapes wordlessly as her body is wracked with the sensation, eyes wide with the shock of your cruelty. She begins to breath raggedly as you start mashing her clothed tits between your palms and fingertips, causing her to quiver with their every dull ache as you roughly manhandle her freshly-battered jugs.
"You are mine. Do you understand?" you ask, prompting a tearful and weary nod from the princess as you continue to grope her. Her weeping becomes audible again as you begin greedily peeling down her top, her dusky G-cups rolling out into the open air before your eyes.
Despite her quiet pleas and frequent gasps of discomfort, you abuse her breasts further; their rich mocha colour begins to flush as they redden from your harsh attentions, the girl uttering a pained squeak each time you tweak her sensitive nipples. "Call me Master." you command, suddenly catching her left nipple in a steady pinch.
"M-Master...!" she sobs without hesitation, "Mercy! Mercy...!" But you offer none; her continued pleas only infuriate you, and you find yourself lashing out at her fat tits once again... And again. And again. Jasmine's throat catches in a stifled scream as every nerve in her bust sears with pain, the dark flesh of her breasts welting with each strike of your open hand.
By the time you're through slapping her tits, Jasmine is back to shuddering through a single long, noiseless sob. Her nose is running now, mingling with the other fluids on her caked face as her head lolls listlessly... But tugging your pants down and pressing your cock to the underside of her enormous G-cups regains her attention.
"M-More...?" she whines anxiously, hissing even at the light touch of your cocktip against her welted skin, "W-Why... Why do you treat me so cruelly...?" The end of her sentence is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath as you begin to roll your dick against the flabby, still-stinging flesh of her breasts, another wail rising in her throat as your lewd grinding brings fresh tears to her eyes.
You're uncontrollably pent-up after watching Rajah claim the young princess, so it only takes a few moments of rough grinding on Jasmine's tits to grind out another fat load on her slutty body. You grunt as your thick gouts of spooge spill out over her body, the girl squealing as it dapples her face and utterly engulfs her bloated mounds. She's left gasping on the floor as you rise to your feet, giving your meat a few final tugs and spritzing her with your seed.
"Suck my dick or I'll slap your tits and have Rajah pump another litter inside you." you threaten, and Jasmine slowly rises into a kneel as she fights back bitter tears.
Her lips drift within range of your dripping cockhead and you begin to consider how you'd like to make use of her mouth...
Lodge yourself in her throat and hold her head down until you cum
