Today, I decided this pathetic little worm needed to learn how to actually serve a purpose. I shoved him onto the bed and forced him to crawl between my legs, my soaking pussy dripping and my ass itching for something thick to stretch it open.
“Stop shaking, you useless prick,” I spat, grabbing the back of his neck and slamming my backside down onto his cock. “Stop hesitating and fuck me like the animal I know you are. Now!”
He didn’t need another command. He lunged forward, his cock sliding into my tight, greedy ass with a wet schlick. I gasped, my back arching as he buried himself deep, stretching my sphincter to the absolute limit. It felt like he was splitting me in half, and I fucking loved it.
“Harder, you little shit! Is that all you’ve got?” I screamed, my nails digging into the mattress.
He started hammering into me, his hips slamming against my cheeks with a violent, meaty thud. Every thrust was a brutal strike, driving his cock deep into my gut. I could feel him bottoming out, hitting my cervix through my colon, making my toes curl and my vision blur. I wasn’t looking for love; I wanted to be used, filled, and ruined.
I felt him tense up, his breath hitching. He let out a guttural groan and surged forward one last time, pumping his hot, thick cum deep into my bowels. I shuddered, feeling the warmth flood my insides, leaving me leaking and satisfied.









