Scream For Me

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Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. (Nora Moore and Ethan Allen). "Say you're a sl*t." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his d*ck. "I," she gasped, closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words, "I am a sl*t.. oh, please f*ck me." He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread *ss, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open c*nt back onto him. He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his d*ck inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his d*ck, "Oh god, yes, f*ck me. F*ck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a f*ck*ng sl*t. Hurt my p*ssy."