films her

John's eyes narrow as he watches Amelia's reaction, her body still trembling beneath him. He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, his fingers hovering over the camera app. Without hesitation, he starts filming her, capturing every moment of her vulnerability.

"Please, John. Don't do this," Amelia pleads, her voice shaking with fear.

But John is beyond reason. His mind is consumed by the power he holds over her, and he can't resist the urge to document it. He pans the camera over her naked body, capturing every curve and contour.

John's eyes gleam with a sinister intensity as he continues to film Amelia's helpless state. "Beg for my cock," he tells her, his voice dripping with malice. Amelia's eyes widen in horror, but John's grip on her hip tightens, his fingers digging deeper into her skin. She lets out a whimper, her body trembling beneath him as she struggles to comprehend the depravity of his demand.

John's eyes remain locked on Amelia's as he speaks, his voice cold and menacing. "Beg for my cock," he repeats, his grip on her hip tightening even further. Amelia's eyes fill with tears as she realizes that there is no way out of this situation. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp once more, but his grip is too strong. In desperation, she stays silent, her body trembling beneath him.

John's face contorts with rage as she does not respond. He pulls his hand back and slaps her hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room.

John's hand comes down hard on Amelia's cheek, leaving a red mark on her skin. She lets out a cry of pain, her eyes filling with tears.

"Say it!" John yells, his voice booming through the room. "Say you want my cock!"

Amelia's body trembles beneath him, her eyes wide with fear. She can feel the weight of his body on top of her, his breath hot on her face. She knows she can't escape, not without causing further harm to herself.

"Please, John," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Amelia's voice trembles as she finally utters the words, her eyes fixed on John's menacing gaze. "I want your cock," she whispers, the words feeling like acid on her tongue. John's face twists into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he raises his phone to capture her humiliation.

John's smile widens as he hears Amelia's whispered words. "Good girl," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You know how much I love it when you beg for me." He leans in closer, his breath hot on her face. "Say it again," he commands.

Amelia's voice trembles as she repeats the words, her eyes downcast. "I want your cock," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

John's eyes light up with a sinister glint as he hears Amelia's defeated whisper. "Do you want me to knock you up?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. Amelia's eyes widen in shock, her mind racing as she tries to process his words. She shakes her head frantically, her voice caught in her throat.

John's grip on her hip tightens as he leans in closer, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "I think you do," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "I think you want to be my little baby factory."

John's grip on her hip tightens as he forces her to repeat the words, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity. "Say it," he growls, his breath hot on her face. "Say you want to be my little baby factory." Amelia's eyes widen in terror as she realizes the true extent of John's depravity, but her voice is trapped in her throat. With a snarl, John digs his fingers deeper into her skin, his nails biting into her flesh like razor-sharp claws.

Amelia's voice trembles as she utters the words, her eyes fixed on John's menacing gaze. "I want to be your little baby factory," she whispers, the words feeling like acid on her tongue. John's face twists into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he raises his phone to capture her humiliation, the camera lens zooming in on her tear-stained face.