1. Hate Fuck


    Date: 7/11/2017, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I told myself that I wouldn't. I promised myself that I was done with her. This bitch-this lying, manipulative, emotional, seductive cunt-had ruined my life. I was done with her. My life had been okay before her. Meeting her had shattered my illusions of happiness and brought me to a place lower and darker than I ever thought possible. She had ruined my love life, my friendships, my connection to my f****y, and my career. But she was irresistible. Alexis wasn't beautiful. No one would ever mistake Alexis for a model. Alexis wasn't my type. Everyone who knew me and anyone who saw me questioned why I was with her. There was something about Alexis though that drove me wild. It may have been the soft curve of that Puerto Rican ass. It may have been the wild and untamed look in her gray eyes. Maybe it was the pout of her lips and the way I knew they looked wrapped around my cock. Maybe it was some emotional vestige of thinking that she would be the mother of my c***d. I had come in through the back door of her house and stood in the doorway to the bedroom. She had told me needed me to come over tonight so she could give me a gift, but was explaining to me that she had run out of time to finish it, but that she would probably be able to come over to my house the next night and we should go out to dinner and as she spoke, for the first time in a month, I could see clearly. She continued to speak but I no longer heard. Time seemed to stand still and in that singular moment I could ...
    see that everything she said was an act- a carefully crafted story she had created. I could see all the lies, I could see the manipulation, and I could see that everything I had endured with this woman had been an illusion she created. She stood these talking, standing only a foot away. I stood at an angle towards her, my head and shoulders angled to the right but she faced me directly and her head tilted upwards towards mine, her gray eyes inviting me in, her pouty lips moving to create meaningless words. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, across her collarbones and down over her breasts. Her chest was angled upwards and her small breasts peeked through the thin fabric of her shirt, straining to be released. My eyes trailed down her stomach and circled around her curvy hips, tracing an outline down her legs and back upwards, settling my eyes on the patterned fabric of the thin cotton shorts covering that beautiful pussy- that pussy that had destroyed my world. I breathed in and could taste that sultry aroma of flowers and sweat and anticipation and sex- the smell of a woman in heat. In that moment, the last barrier within me broke and I gave in to the darkness. This woman had captured my trust and manipulated it. She had driven wedges between me and my f****y and had crushed my last hopes of rekindling my greatest romance. And here, she was beginning it again. She wanted me, and I was going to punish her for it. I reached out almost softly with my right hand and brushed ...
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