She felt her body shudder with every movement, begging him wordlessly not to stop, to go even deeper. The rhythm quickened, his breath in her ear, sweat dripping, the tension building until there was no turning back. His release came like a violent wave, eliciting uncontrollable moans from her, and he, surrendering, poured himself inside, leaving her body scarred by heat, strength, and the memory of being ridden like never before. Her body still trembled with the spasms of release, but he didn't let her rest. He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her back, forcing her to feel every inch of him still inside her. The moan that escaped was a mixture of pain and pleasure, that delicious edge that only heightened the excitement. He suddenly flipped her over, laying her on her back, spreading her legs unceremoniously. Her gaze was pure invitation, her body begging for more, and he knew exactly what to do. He brought his face closer, his tongue once again exploring her sensitive flesh, now even wetter from the previous orgasm. He sucked slowly, then sped up, as if toying with her sanity. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her in place while his mouth did the dirty, pleasurable work of driving her to the brink of madness. Each time his tongue circled her most sensitive spot, she arched her back, begging for deeper, harder, more uncontrollable. And it was in this state, with her mouth begging, that he thrust again, this time bringing raw words to her ear: "You are mine. My toy. My mare to be ridden dry." The rhythm was different now: faster, wilder, as if he wanted to stake his claim with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with muffled moans, heavy breathing, and the promise of another overwhelming release. She no longer knew whether to scream with pleasure or cry from the intensity. Her entire body burned, as if being devoured. And at the peak, when he held her against the mattress and thrust even deeper, she exploded again, writhing, completely subdued, completely satisfied. He didn't slow down, even after wringing another orgasm from her. On the contrary, he became even more brutal, imposing his will like a master who gives his female his undivided pleasure. Each thrust was accompanied by dirty words, whispered hoarsely in her ear: "Spread those legs wider, bitch... you're my mare and you'll give me everything I want." She obeyed without thinking, moaning loudly, feeling herself reduced to pure pleasure. He flipped her onto her stomach again, pulling her hips up, keeping her on all fours as he desired. His strong hand slapped her ass, marking the skin and increasing her arousal until it hurt. "Don't look at me... just feel. Just moan. I want to hear you lose yourself to me." She buried her face in the pillow, completely surrendered, and each command seemed to pierce her even deeper than his own cock. He used her as he pleased: speeding up, stopping, thrusting to the limit, then coming back violently. With each pause, he spat profanities; with each thrust, he took more possession. "This pussy is mine, this body is mine. You'll come only when I say so." She whimpered with pleasure, begging, but he only increased the pace, enjoying her submission. When he finally allowed it, he held her tight, riding her mercilessly until he wrung one last scream from her. The orgasm exploded, tearing through every nerve, making her shudder. He came soon after, spilling himself into her, pressing her against the mattress as if to inscribe his mark forever. The silence that followed was heavy; only the sound of her panting breaths filled the room. Lying there, destroyed and sated, she smiled with her mouth half open, knowing she had been used, ridden, dominated, and that she would do it all again. #Bitch