Lawlgs

Mio Azul: One muscular forearm pressed to the girl's pale throat. Pulling her back with a single, harsh jerk - forcing her against the firm, solid body lurking between shady graffiti-stained walls. "Mhm~ A sweet thing like that lingering around -these- streets? It's almost like you're looking for trouble, Babe. Or were you just following your nose like a good little bitch?" It was a low, husky voice - feminine in nature, smoky an rough. A voice roughened by a lifetime of smoke and heated shouting. Not at all the gentle, girlish squeal her target might have let out had airflow not been temporarily cut off. Her left hand unceremoniously slipped between the young woman's legs; ignoring the skirt and roughly tugging delicate, cotton underpants aside. Whether the girl was wet or not didn't matter. She wasn't here for -her- pleasure, after all. She just wanted to see how tight this bitch was before taking what she wanted. Three coarse, calloused fingers lined up and drove between the puffy, bald folds of her victim, the heel of her palm pressing tight to the girl's clit, shaking in rapid, jerky motions as thumb and pinky began to push and pull at feminine folds. Stretching the girl - testing elasticity; the three bulky digits within her prey starting to spread. Pushing against inner walls. Virgins were always fun, but getting to ruin a slut never got old. "You can scream, if you want." She mused, relaxing her forearm. "No one'll care." Her arm dropped down. Seizing one of the girl's huge tits, gracelessly pawing at the fat mound. Squeezing the flesh through her top - fingertips digging deep into the pliant mammary. Taking what she wanted from the girl's body.


Partner: This was what she'd been hunting after...right? Traipsing alleyways dressed like a whore, it was inevitable someone would come along and exploit. Provocative looks and trying on a foul mouth beyond her years all amounted to a poor effort to fit in where she clearly did not. Still, being snatched up by someone that felt so rock-solid was equal parts terrifying and thrilling. It wasn't a scream, but an initial series of muffled grunts while the hand remained clasped across her mouth. By the time it dropped, the sounds she made were much more subdued and satisfied. Some little part of teenage innocence attempted to hold onto playing down just how good it felt to have her cunt toyed with. The voice sounded feminine, but the fingers felt rough and everything about the situation screamed trouble. But she winced, and her highs clamped together around that hand and wrist all at once. She even reached down to latch on around the forearm, but it was just for balance - not once did she attempt to yank or pull away. That was stupid, and pointless. She'd get hurt, or worse. And with the heat that was smoldering in her pelvis, bubbling up through her abdomen to the point she couldn't resist gasping in a heated little pant, she was clearly enjoying this. Being treated like meat - it's why her cunt was wet before the fingers could even say they'd been buried up to the knuckle, and it was only going to become more of a mess before long. She did dare to speak through grit teeth, even if the words were riddled with struggling pauses and gasps for breath. "Hah. I'm not going to scream. Unless you want me to. Does that... turn you on?"


Mio Azul: A snort of laughter was quickly stifled - turning into a mere, audible, huff of hot air from unseen nostrils. She'd expected some lost, ditzy school girl! All terror and confusion. But with how this bitch was reacting - how wet she was growing and that heated eagerness in her voice? This was going to be a lot more fun than she'd thought. "Save it, Babe." She pulled her fingers from her prey's now slippery cunt. Rubbing the digits together, listening to the faint -splack- of fluid sticking, parting and smearing against her skin. It would have been presumptuous to quip about making her scream, and she had no interest in being a braggart. Instead her left hand rose, her slimy fingers dragging across the girl's lips. Pushing between them - trapping the pale thing's tongue against the floor of jaw. Making sure she could taste herself before pulling away - not caring to risk losing a finger to a sudden, wild bite. Her right hand releasing the young woman's breast. This might have been a good chance to run, at least it would have been had she not quickly seized the girl's hip with her left hand. Shoving forward with her right; pushing hard between clothed shoulder blades and smacking the blonde's face against solid brick. Forcing her to bend at the waist.

Trusting the blow would at least daze the girl, her right hand drew back. Moving down to her waist. Fumbling one-handed at the metal clasp of her pants. A faint metallic click was the prelude to the dry rasp of fabric spreading and the low buzz of a zipper forced wide by internal pressure. Humid, musky heat filling the air behind the girl as her assailant reached down, crude fingers brushing through blue-black pubic hair and grasped the thick slab of meat resting between muscled thighs. Fingers squeezing the flaccid length as she tugged upwards. Relishing the heft of her own weighty cock in her hands. Hips urging forward, dropping the huge dick across her prey's ass with a meaty smack - allowing a moment for her dazed target to appreciate just what was about to force its way into that body. Fingers trailing over the tanned flesh. Feeling the slow, steady pulses of vital fluid filling it. Causing the dozy meat to lengthen and fill. Fattening with each passing, silent, second.


Partner: Here she's left to spend her time with the cold chill of long untouched brick and a daze in her rattled brain that's enough to blur her vision. She may be a whore, but an unsurprisingly fragile one. It's more than enough time to do what needs to be done, while she reaches to clutch finger and across her forehead and midst dull groans attempt to shake the cobwebs from her brain. Whatever pain she'd felt dulled after a moment, and even the woozy sensation that left her clinging to the wall melted away with time. She's left then compromised and hanging over, all at once entirely aware of what's to follow. And even if the anticipation of what this is brute is planning leaves her heart pounding into her chest, she's possessing of enough wherewithal to pluck the phone from her cleavage and turn it on. Punching in a code that fails twice from how her thumb trembles, and navigating over to record as much of this as she could. Awkwardly, she stares down into the screen to see the reflection on her own face staring back. The heavy-lidded eyes and the way her mouth naturally parts, on the verge of panting at the crude sound of some obnoxiously fat dick growing to life against her back.  She doesn't say anything to the camera. Rather, she plays it up by laying a finger across the center of those plush lips and miming a hush to her future crowd of thousands.

"Are you going to put it in..?" She has the guts to actually taunt her rapist - something about the camera flooded her with an undeserved and foolish confidence. Keeping it huddled near her chest and the wall she teases her tongue down at the screen and watches as it makes a turn to obscenely lap at her mouth. Just that little moment of crude finger-fucking served enough to leave her soaked, and by the time that overgrown, filthy length of dick was ready to brutalize her insides, there'd be something good waiting to greet. The excess of slick nectar that was glistening down her thighs, and the surely sloppy sound her cunt would make in squelching around dick fatter than her arm. The hand that wasn't occupied with holding the phone steady dipped down from the front and reached between, slowly dragging a pair of fingers across her clit. She parted back the hood and pressed down directly, drawing up enough of a grinding motion to leave her shamelessly panting against the wall. "You want me to beg or something..? I can already tell it's huge, so it's please.."


Mio Azul: Her prey's teasing fell on deaf ears. She wasn't going to give in that easy - she wasn't here to make this slut happy. Saying nothing, she began to lift her dick - right arm flexing. Tugging the huge serpentine organ upwards. Flesh rising, slapping down harshly against the pale cheeks of the girl's ass. Every motion growing faster, considerably more rigidity being mixed into it. Wet, sticky pre-cum soon pooling between the girl's fat cheeks. Drizzling across the soft, round globes; an obscene syrupy glaze. She swung that huge, absurd length back once more. Delivering a resounding slap to the girl's ass - watching the plump flesh ripple and bounce, a fresh spattering of clear slime spraying across her hip - a brilliant red streak spreading across at the point of impact. "I'll fuck you when I want." She brought that fat, disgusting cock back. Swung it forward again. Each rich, echoing clap, slap and crack of flesh on flesh was music to her ears. This absurd paddling - and the denial of the slut's desire - filling her with more amusement than lustful satisfaction. But what fun was there in merely fucking the girl when she wanted it so badly? Why give her what she demanded?

Finally, as the once pale cheek burned scarlet, a purple-blue bruise starting to form in the nexus of the myriad strikes, she took a half-step back. Sliding that absurd cock between her toy's cheeks. Grinding it along that vast channel of ass cleavage. Stopping for a brief pause when she felt the girl's tight, clenching sphincter before the huge, blunt knob of her head. "How 'bout it, Babe?" She asked - hips pushing forward with the most mild of pressure. Testing just how much sway and give there was to the girl's ass. Pushing the girl's whole body forward using her dick alone. Bumping the pale face once more against brick. Not waiting for an answer, she slid lower. Feeling the slick, slimy heat of the girl's cunt against her cock now. Leaning forward, hips sliding that massive shaft between pale thighs. Coating the top of her hot, slimy monster with feminine juices. Rubbing against those drooling, hungry petals. This girl wanted it bad. Pulling back, she pressed herself to the loose, needy opening. She wanted it, that bad? She lurched forward, angling her hips down. Dick sliding upwards, spearing the tight, squeezing asshole in a single motion. Tearing her wide open without preamble. Shoving her roughly, bodily, against the wall as she sank as much of her cock into that pale body as a single thrust would allow.