RP Scene

Nick barely softens after the first load. The pill surges through him, and within a minute his cock is throbbing again, slick with their mixed fluids and standing straight up against his stomach. He rolls onto his side, eyes locked on Michelle as she lies there spent and leaking.

“Get up,” he says, voice cold. “We’re playing a new game.”

Michelle pushes herself up on shaky arms, cum still dripping from her pussy onto the sheets. She looks at him warily. “What… what game?”

Nick stands, towering over her, and grabs her chin hard, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You’re an illegal piece of shit who snuck across the border,” he snarls, dropping into character instantly. “And I’m the ICE agent who just caught your wetback ass. You wanna stay in my country? You’re gonna earn it.”

The racist venom in his tone makes her flinch, but he doesn’t let go.

“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you’re an illegal spic whore who’ll do anything to not get deported.”

Michelle’s lips tremble. She knows better than to refuse. “I—I’m an illegal… whore,” she whispers, voice breaking. “Please don’t deport me, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“Louder. Convince me.”

“I’m an illegal spic whore!” she says, louder, tears welling. “Please, agent, I’ll do anything you want. Don’t send me back.”

Nick shoves her face-down onto the bed again, yanking her hips up roughly. “That’s right. Filthy beaner sluts like you don’t belong here unless you’re useful.”

He spits on her asshole, rubs it in with his thumb, then lines his cock up without warning. She tenses, knowing what’s coming.

“Beg for it in Spanish, puta.”

“Por favor… no—” she starts, but he slaps her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.

“Wrong answer. Beg me to fuck your dirty Mexican ass or I call it in right now.”

Tears spill onto the sheets. “Por favor… fóllame el culo, señor. No me deportes. Te lo suplico.”

Nick grins viciously and rams forward, forcing the head of his cock past her tight ring in one brutal thrust. Michelle screams into the mattress, body jerking, but he doesn’t stop—grabbing her hips with bruising strength, he drives deeper, inch by inch, until he’s buried balls-deep in her ass.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he grunts. “Guess your husband never uses this hole. Lucky me—breaking in fresh spic ass.”

He starts pounding immediately, no mercy, hips slamming against her cheeks with loud, wet smacks. Each thrust forces a choked sob from her throat as he reams her mercilessly.

“Take it, you fucking border-jumping cumrag,” he growls, leaning over her to spit the words in her ear. “This is what you get for coming here. American cock owning your shithole country ass.”

He yanks her hair back, arching her painfully, using it like reins as he sodomizes her harder. The bed shakes violently; her fingers claw at the sheets, knuckles white.

He slaps her ass repeatedly, leaving it glowing red, calling her every degrading, racist name he can think of—wetback whore, dirty spic breeder, cartel cumdump—each word punctuated by a savage thrust that buries him to the root.

Michelle’s cries turn hoarse, body trembling uncontrollably, but he doesn’t slow. The pill keeps him diamond-hard, relentless.

After what feels like forever to her, his rhythm stutters. He slams in one last time, grinding deep, and unloads again—thick pulses of cum flooding her ass as he groans loud and guttural.

“Take that American seed, you fucking illegal bitch.”

He stays buried through every spurt, hips jerking, emptying himself completely.

When he finally stills, breathing hard, he’s still rock-hard inside her—throbbing, ready, not even close to done.