Fuck Gina and add her to your harem

That's what you wanted to hear. With a low, guttural groan, you thrust forward, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting her features as she's stretched wide around your invading length. Her pussy is tight, a hot, velvet squeezing you back.

The tight Hispanic slut was truly a treat to have. "Fuck, you're tight," you growl, gripping her hips as you start to move, your thrusts hard and deep. "It's like this pussy was made for me. Like it's been waiting for me to claim it."

Gina can only moan in response, her body rocking with the **** of your thrusts. Her bratty defiance is gone, replaced by a ****, shameless need. She pushes back against you, meeting your every thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with yours. Her moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and submission.

You reach down, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. "Who owns you, Gina?" you growl, your voice a low, dominant rumble.

"You do," she gasps, her voice a breathless, worshipful whisper. "You own me. I'm yours."

"Good girl," you say, a triumphant smirk spreading across your face. You release her hair, your hand moving around to her front, your fingers finding her clit. You start to rub, your movements slow and deliberate, drawing out her pleasure, making her beg for more.

"Please," she whimpers, her body trembling with the **** of her arousal. "Please, let me cum. I need to cum. Please, I'm begging you."

"Not yet," you say, your voice a low, teasing growl. "You don't get to cum until I say so. You're going to learn patience. You're going to learn control. You're going to learn to please me before you please yourself."

You continue to fuck her, your thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. You can feel your own climax building, your heavy balls churning with the need for release. But you hold back, determined to make her wait, to make her earn it.

Gina's cries become more ****, her body writhing and trembling with the **** of her unfulfilled arousal. "Please," she sobs, her body a mess of sweat and tears. "Please, I can't take it anymore. I need to cum. Please, I'm begging you."

Her ****, broken begging is the final trigger. The sight of her, once so defiant and proud, now a writhing, sobbing mess of need, is the most erotic thing you've ever seen. You can't hold back any longer.

With a loud, guttural roar, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her, your cock throbbing and pulsing as thick, hot ropes of cum erupt from you, painting her insides white. "Take it all, you little slut," you growl, your hands gripping her hips so hard you know you'll leave bruises. "This is what you wanted. This is what you get for being a brat."

The feel of your hot, thick cum flooding her pussy sends Gina over the edge. She screams, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that leaves her shaking and spent. Her pussy clamps down on your cock, milking you for every last drop, her walls fluttering and spasming around your softening length.

You stay inside her for a long moment, both of you panting and gasping, your bodies slick with sweat and cum. The room is silent except for the sound of your breathing, the air thick with the musky scent of your fucking. You finally pull out, a lewd, wet sound filling the room as your cum, mixed with her juices, dribbles out of her well-used pussy, running down her thighs in a sticky, white stream.

Gina collapses onto the bed, her body limp and boneless, her face buried in the pillows. She's a mess, a beautiful, broken, and thoroughly fucked mess. And she's yours.

You stand up, your body buzzing with a post-coital glow of power and satisfaction. You walk over to the small mini-fridge in the corner of the room, grabbing a bottle of water. You take a long drink, then walk back to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

You reach out, your hand gently stroking her hair. She flinches, a soft whimper escaping her lips, but she doesn't pull away. "Shh," you say, your voice a soft, soothing murmur. "It's okay. It's over."

She slowly turns her head, her red-rimmed eyes looking up at you. There's no defiance left, no anger. Only a dazed, worshipful submission. She looks at you like you're a god, like you hold the power of life and **** over her.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice a fragile, broken thing.

"Why don't you clean my cock with your mouth? It's only right."

Gina smile saying. "Yes, sir."

She rises from the bed, her movements still shaky but imbued with a new, eager purpose. She kneels on the floor before you, her dark eyes looking up at you with a reverent adoration that makes your spent cock twitch with renewed interest. Your cum, mixed with her own arousal, still glistens on her thighs and marks the sheets where she lay a physical testament to your conquest.

With a soft, submissive sigh, she leans forward. Her tongue darts out, tentative at first, tasting the mingled fluids on your semi-hard shaft. A low hum of pleasure vibrates in her throat as she laps at your length with increasing confidence. She's not just cleaning you; she's worshipping you, her movements a sensual, reverent act of devotion.

She takes you into her mouth, her lips stretching around your girth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She sucks gently, her cheeks hollowing, her hand coming up to cup your balls, her fingers massaging them with a delicate, skilled touch. She's a natural, her enthusiasm and submission making the experience intensely erotic.

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