Dark guy's rough hands grab me, pulling my face towards his sweaty crotch. He smiles devilishly as he rips off my clothes, revealing my bound body. With a wicked laugh, he slaps my ass, filling the room with the sound of pained pleasure. With one swift movement, he tears into me, relentless in his brutal thrusts. His cock, thick and dark, stretches me to my limit as he plows into me without mercy. Tears roll down my face from both pleasure and pain, but it doesn't stop him. He grinds his hips against mine, growling like an animal. His hands clutch my hair as he forces my face into his crotch, smearing my tears onto his cock. This is not love, this is primal lust. He takes what he wants without asking, claiming me as his own. And I cannot deny the rush of possessiveness and submission that floods through me in those moments.
