What if this was all you needed?
You struggle with the idea of fucking young sluts versus being with only Alex
What if you didn't have to deal with the complexities of a relationship? The emotional labor, the anniversaries, the late-night talks about feelings? What if you could just have this? An endless parade of fresh, naive, 18-year-old sluts like Chloe. Young women whose only purpose was to be on their knees, to bend over, to offer up their tight, unspoiled holes for you to break and discard. The thought is so potent, so liberating, it makes you dizzy.
You grip Chloe's hips, your fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. You pull out until just the head of your cock remains inside her, watching her slick juices coat your shaft, then you slam back into her, so hard the couch skids an inch across the floor.

"Oh god! Oh fuck!" she wails, her glasses askew on her face.

You do it again. And again. You're not making love. You're not even having sex. You're using her. You're testing the limits of this new body, seeing how much it can take, how deep you can go. You're marking her, reshaping her insides to fit the shape of your cock. Each brutal thrust is a rejection of the comfortable, familiar pleasure you've always known with Alex. This is wilder, rawer, more honest.
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