He isn't gentle

His smell stands out to me the most. I know it so well, but it's wrong. Everything here is wrong!

Casey leans into me and whispers, "If you don't cum, I'll let you go."

Fuck! It was a game he and I use to play together. He'd tie me up and promise that if I could resist he'd be my slave or eat a thousand ghost peppers. I literally never won.

Just thinking about the game arouses me. My breathing increases even more.

I try to hide it, but he can tell. "Still as easy as ever. You'll spread for just about anything these days huh?"

I don't answer. He doesn't expect me to. He just laughs some super villain laugh and then spits in my face. With one hand he rubs it in, pressing my face into the lumpy straw mattress. With the other he grabs one of my knees and lifts me so my shoulders and head are the only thing on the bed.

I let out a yelp!

With his wet palm he slaps my ass a few times. I cringe and whimper with each strike. It stings and I can feel it throbbing afterwards.

After that he drops me and grabs the backs of my thighs just under my ass.

"Welcome to my world birdie." That sick grin morphs into a hard roar as he pushes the massive head of his cock into me. He pulls completely out and spits on my stretcher out cunt each time. It takes a lot of lube, but he's pumping deeper and deeper.

I can feel myself splitting. The pain is incredible, but at the same time, I've never felt so full! I need to resist. I need to escape.

My resolve is weakening. My eyes begin to roll back. He's so deep in me. And then he's too deep!