Beg her pimp to breed her pussy

Harry's body was a symphony of sensations, each one more intense than the last. The words "beg for me to breed you slut" echoed through her mind, a twisted mantra that she found herself repeating internally, as if it could somehow give her control over the situation. Her pride was in tatters, but she knew what Erza wanted to hear. With a trembling voice, she whispered, "Please... breed me... I want to feel you... fill me up."

Erza's smirk grew even more predatory at the sound of Harry's submission, and he thrust into her harder, his movements more deliberate as he felt his own climax approaching. "That's it, little whore," he encouraged, his voice a harsh growl. "Ask for it like you mean it."

Tears streamed down Harry's cheeks, but her voice grew stronger, the words coming more naturally despite the bitter taste of defeat. "Breed me," she pleaded, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you come inside me. Make me yours. Give your whore, your fat load sir."

The room grew hotter, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air. Erza's grin grew wicked, and he reached down to slap Harry's face, snapping her eyes open to meet his. "You're learning," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and satisfaction. His hand found its way to her throat, squeezing gently as he continued to fuck her with a ferocity that made her vision swim.

He finally erupts deep inside Harry. The pimp cummed with a roar, his hot seed filling Harry's pussy, marking her as his property. Harry felt a strange mix of relief and dread as she felt him pulse inside her, the evidence of his ownership. Her body was a mess of sensations, the pleasure from the orgasm still resonating through her as she felt the sticky warmth of his cum.

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