Resist...

"No," he shook his head as if to clear cobwebs and took a deep breath. "I came here for a reason," his mind was still battling with the thought of taking **** on an inanimate sex doll mannequbut he was already this far no point in turning back now. "Alright bitch, you think that you can just take advantage of me an I wouldn't come back?" The words fell out of his mouth as if another person was saying them. He's never even raised his voice to a woman let alone called one a bitch but here he is now making threats and preparing to **** himself on this "woman.". "Get ready," he roughly grabed her thighs and **** his member into her womb. She was surprisingly accommodating but also very tight, as if her walls were slowly contorting to his size and shape. He began ramming into her, again and again as if all hesitation has escaped his body. He wasn't even sure this was even for pleasure. His mind raced, it argued with itself "what are you doing?" Would be quickly followed with, "she must pay, I will have my vengeance.". He pounded away for what felt like hours and his legs started getting tired so he lifted her up and sat in the chair placing her directly in his lap. Again and again he slammed into her looking directly into her emotionless face randomly switching between menacing threats and baseless insults. He started to feel her vagina working a number on him and his balls began tensing up.