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Nick pulls out of her ass slowly, a thick stream of his cum immediately leaking from the gaping hole. He’s still fully erect, veins pulsing, the pills keeping him inhumanly rigid. Michelle collapses forward onto the bed, sobbing quietly, body shaking from the brutality.

He gives her barely a minute to catch her breath before hauling her up by the hair again.

“Roleplay” he says, voice dripping with contempt. “You’re a pathetic coke-whore whose loser husband owes me ten grand for product he smoked up. You got no money, so you’re paying with that used-up body.”

Michelle’s eyes go wide, fresh tears spilling. “Please… I don’t—”

Nick backhands her hard across the face, the crack echoing in the room. Her head snaps to the side, a red mark blooming instantly on her cheek.

“Shut the fuck up. Junkies don’t get to talk back.” He shoves her down onto her back, climbs over her, and slaps her again—forehand, backhand, forehand—until her lip splits and a thin line of blood trickles down her chin.

“You pieces of shit always think you can stiff me,” he growls. “Now I’m collecting interest.”

He grabs her throat with one hand, squeezing until her face darkens, and uses the other to **** her legs apart. Without warning he rams his cock back into her swollen, cum-soaked pussy in one savage thrust. She screams, the sound cut off by his grip on her windpipe.

He starts fucking her with pure ****—hips crashing down like he’s trying to break her in half. Every thrust is accompanied by a vicious insult.

“Fucking worthless ****-slut.”

“This cunt’s all you’re good for.”

“Your husband’s probably jerking off while I wreck his whore wife.”

He punches her thigh hard enough to leave an immediate bruise, then slaps her tits until they’re angry red. When she tries to cover herself he pins her wrists above her head with one hand and spits directly in her face.

“Take it, you filthy addict bitch. This is what happens when you can’t pay.”

The bedframe slams against the wall with every brutal stroke. Michelle’s cries turn into broken gasps, her body jolting helplessly under the onslaught.

He leans down, biting her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, then moves to her neck, sucking and biting until dark hickeys bloom across her skin.

Minutes of relentless pounding pass. He shifts his grip to her throat again, **** her until her eyes roll back, then releases just enough for her to suck in a ragged breath before tightening again.

Finally, the pressure builds again. He buries himself as deep as possible, grinding cruelly against her cervix, and unloads a third thick load inside her abused cunt. His cock jerks over and over, pumping more cum into her until it overflows and runs down her ass crack onto the sheets.

He groans through clenched teeth, hips twitching with every spurt.

When he’s done he stays inside her, breathing hard, feeling her walls flutter weakly around him.

But he’s still completely hard—throbbing, unrelenting, ready for more.