Not your first

 Not your first

This isn't the first time that your bully Ashton has wrapped his strong manly hands around your throat; but this time the context is very different and it's making you cum so hard.

Last time he had his hands round your neck, you were a nerdy boy and he had you pinned up against the wall whilst he shook you down for pocket money. This time though you have your fake-tan slutty legs wrapped round his waist whilst his big black cock is pistoning in and out of your tight wet pussy.

You're cumming so hard as he calls you his slut and you call him Daddy. All eight inches of his cock is inside you and you love how good it feels to be HIS slut.

Since you bodyqueaned the biggest chavette in school and became Ashleigh, you've been acting increasingly out of control.

Now you'll spread your legs for any big cock you can get and you love it when guys slap or choke you.

Maybe all those years of being bullied had a negative impact on your pysche - but as a girl you are a total freak.

You're a dirty piece of trash that loves to swallow cum and fuck without a condom. You are horny all the time and bad boys like Ashton make your pussy drip.

"Yessss baby, fuck meeeeeee harder," you whine, cumming and squirting as he slides deeper and deeper into you.

"Ohhhh fuck you are so deep inside me, ohhhh fuck me harder you bastard. Choke me... I'm such a dirty whore!"

Ashton laughs as he pounds you harder. "I'm gonna fucking cum inside you bitch and I'm not wearing a condom."

The words send you over the edge. You know its bad to want to get knocked up by the school bully, but there is just something so naughty about the idea that you cream yourself even as Ashton cums inside you.

Ashleigh keeps begging you to give her back her body. She can fuck off. This isn't your first time getting hate-fucked, and it certainly won't be your last...


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