When he sat on her bed one day, and toyed with her splayed cunt, juicy from the never satisfied arousal, she began to squirm.
“Look at me!” he ordered her when she tried looking away. A rough hand to her face, forced her eyes on his. “Don’t close them,” he warned. “Look at me.”
Avoiding the stare for days, this time it was impossible not to feel the way the bandit’s perfect lust was making her cunt scream.
“Tell me you want it, slut, tell me now,” he said, fully knowing that she’d denied him many times.
She whispered and he couldn’t hear.
“Tell me! Beg me!” He shook her hard saying it, so she was absolutely certain to feel the energy from him. “Beg.”
A long time to reply, her only response was a weak, “Please.” To which, Pietro shook her again. “Please,” she cried.
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