It was supposed to be just another quick fuck… but with him it’s never just that. He treats me like a whore, pulls my hair so hard showing that HE’s in charge and does whatever he wants, stares at me, and says he’s going to make me cry on his dick, and he does. He fucks me hard, whispers in my ear, breaks me in two. I hold back the tears, but my body doesn’t lie. And when he sees my tear running down… he smiles and thrusts deeper. It’s almost sickening… But I always come back.