"You need some punishment…" he said in a low, cruel voice,
"…just like your whore of a mother." With that, he slammed his thick cock deep into her pussy in one hard thrust, stretching her tight walls wide around his girth.
"Yeahhh~" Rose's back arched sharply as the thick length forced its way inside her. Her whole body trembled against the bench, her fingers digging into the edge for support while her legs shook from the sudden, overwhelming fullness.
The wet, heavy sound of Mike's hips slamming against Rose's ass echoed through the empty locker room. He fucked her with deep, powerful strokes, burying his thick cock all the way inside her before pulling back until only the swollen head remained. Then he slammed forward again, forcing her body to jolt against the bench with every thrust.
"Aahh… Aahn… gosh…" Rose's eyes rolled upward as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Her mouth hung open, and a thin trail of saliva dripped from the corner of her lips down onto the bench. Her big breasts swung heavily beneath her with each impact, and her legs trembled as she struggled to stay standing.
"Wait… ahn… I'm... I'm cumming…" It didn't take long. Her whole body suddenly locked up, and a flood of her juices gushed out around Mike's cock, soaking his shaft and dripping down onto the floor in messy spurts.
Her pussy clenched tightly around him as she came hard, her moans breaking into high, broken cries while her legs nearly gave out from under her.
"I won't stop until I'm satisfied... just cum all you want." Mike said, his voice low and steady as he kept thrusting into her without slowing down.
Even as Rose continued to leak and tremble around him, he showed no mercy. His thick cock looked almost brutal against her soft pink pussy, stretching her delicate folds wide with every deep stroke.
"Fuf… it's sho good…" Rose could barely form proper words anymore. Her voice had turned hoarse and high pitched, constantly breaking into wet, needy moans as her body jolted forward with each thrust.
"Tell me... how many times did you try to finger this greedy little hole this whole week?" he said as he leaned in slightly, still fucking her at a steady, powerful pace.
Mike grabbed her silver white ponytail and pulled it back hard, forcing her head to tilt upward. Rose's back arched as her neck stretched..
"I… I really don't know…" she managed to say, her voice small and shaky.
"Still trying to play the innocent little girlfriend?" Mike let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Fine. I know exactly how to make that pretty mouth of yours start talking." He raised his hand high and brought it down hard across her ass.
Smack!
"Haang~" The sharp slap echoed through the room. Her already faintly red cheeks bloomed into a deeper shade as a clear handprint formed across her pale skin. Her body jerked forward from the impact, and a broken moan spilled from her lips.
"I-I'm shorry…" she cried out, her voice high and trembling. The mix of pain and unwanted pleasure on her face was something I didn't want to acknowledge, but it was impossible to ignore.
My cock was already fully hard. From inside the dark locker, I wrapped my hand around it and started giving myself slow, almost reluctant strokes.
I didn't even know what I was doing anymore. My girlfriend was right there in front of me, bent over a dirty bench and getting roughly fucked by the same guy who bullied me and the worst part was that she was clearly feeling good from it.
Every wet sound of their bodies meeting made my stomach twist, yet my hand refused to stop moving.
Mike kept thrusting into her at a steady, powerful pace, his thick cock disappearing deep inside her with every push. Rose's body jolted forward against the bench each time their hips met.
"I… I did it many times… but..." Rose finally admitted, her voice shaky and breathless as she clung to the edge of the bench. Her face was flushed, and she couldn't bring herself to look back at him.
"But…?" Mike didn't slow down. He kept driving into her while leaning forward slightly, his tone low and mocking.
Rose bit her lower lip hard. Her thighs were trembling, and her pussy made wet, obscene sounds around his cock with every thrust.
"I wasn't able to cum… not even once…" After a few seconds of hesitation, she forced the words out.
A dark, satisfied chuckle left Mike's throat. He gripped her waist tighter and slammed into her harder, making her let out a sharp moan.
"So that's it," he said, his voice thick with amusement as he continued to fuck her without mercy.
"You spent the whole week fingering this greedy little pussy… but nothing worked. You needed this dick again after our last session, didn't you?"
"Ahhn... ooh... aah..." Rose's only answer was a broken, high pitched moan as her body shook under him.
Mike kept driving his thick cock deep into her with steady, heavy thrusts, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the abandoned locker room. His grip on her waist tightened as he leaned forward slightly, his voice low and full of mockery.
"I leave you alone for just one week… and look at you now. Bent over and begging to get fucked by another man instead of your precious boyfriend."
"Please… don't bring him into this…" Rose's fingers dug into the edge of the bench. Her body jolted forward with every deep thrust, and a shaky breath escaped her lips as she tried to speak.
Mike didn't slow down. If anything, his hips moved harder, forcing her to take him even deeper. A cruel little smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at the way her ass jiggled with every impact.
"But I'm only saying what's true." Rose bit her lip hard, trying to hold back another moan. Her legs were trembling, and her pussy kept clenching around him as if her body refused to reject the pleasure.
Mike gave her ass a firm squeeze while continuing to fuck her at a relentless pace.
"I told you not to touch yourself for a whole week… and you still failed. Then the moment I called you here, you came running like a desperate little slut."
From inside the locker, my hand tightened around my cock. Every word he said felt like it was cutting into me. Rose was right there, getting fucked and talked down to, and she wasn't even denying it anymore.
"Don't you feel even a little bad for your boyfriend…?" Mike leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a softer, more poisonous tone as he kept thrusting deep inside her.
Mike slowed his pace just enough to make every deep push feel heavier. He kept one hand firmly on the small of her back, pressing her down against the bench while he spoke.
"You could've gone to your boyfriend if you just needed to scratch that itch… but you came running here instead."
To be continued…
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