Fuck yes.

She looks at you and just says "Yes." Then after that it all descends into a blur. You have held yourself back so long and this bitch needs to get bread. The last thing you remember is ripping her top off and growling like a beast.

When you finally snapped out of it the bimbo slut was passed out on your couch which is in shambles. Each of her holes was oozing with gallons of your thick ropey nut, her tight stomach bulged from the amount of semen you pumped inside her. She was a mess and every now and then in her sleep she spat out a quart of your fat loads from her throat. You stroke your now flaccid monster cock, trying to think about how to feel about this just watching her. The buzz of your phone in the other room wakes you up from your trance and you head towards the noise.

As you pop open your phone you see that you have 49 texts from Isaac. They start out asking where you are and get increasingly more angry, then there is a shift. He starts messaging you about how the girl you fucked yesterday came back looking for you and she brought friends. Then it was just a strong of messages of pure obscenities the last one being that once he finished his shift he was gonna come over and kick your ass. You think about the hundred pounds wet Isaac who was half your height throwing a punch at you and chuckle, you start typing up a message to apologize and explain what happened but then there is a knock at the door, it can't be Isaac he still has an hour left in his shift unless he just ran out of the store. Isaac could be an ass sometimes but even he wouldn't just run out of the store during open hours.

You make your way to the door and take the familiar position of hiding your half naked body behind the door. You also make sure that as you open the door you keep the ravaged bimbo slut fucked **** on the couch out of view. You are greeted with the a older overweight latino man with graying hair, wearing a suit that would of been nice 15 years ago. This man at your door is Martinez your landlord, he starts speaking in Spanish in a very fast past an nervous tone only to realize halfway through that he isn't speaking English and starts over clearing his throat, "Uh hello this is a bit embarrassing but it seems that a young woman was coming through demanding rent money early, I apologize for this that was my daughter... she has some problems. I will make up for this one month off rent free please just do not tell anyone she did this." He cups his hands and looks like he is going to cry. You poke your head back inside and glare at the knocked out slut on the remains of your couch, "That bitch!" you think. You compose yourself and tell Martinez "Of course, that's fine thank you." He sighs and thanks you and hurriedly moves on as you close the door, through it you here him go and start talking to one of your neighbors. You move your towering frame over the bitch on your couch who tried to steal from you, and think what you should do about this skank.