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- 'Swollen lips whispering against shocks: "I do not have to beg", "I ask you to". It was all in vain, words absorbed relentless darkness of the night benevolent, as we know the most ruthless and lost to <<$name[1]>> day people. You lost, It was a pathetic attempt to fight but, alas, you can see today you will look at the starry sky, until your body is an obedient instrument meet the dirtiest fantasies. With you ripped clothes, leaving the body defenseless, before the cold hands, touch the places inaccessible to outsiders, You roared in frustration. Through closed eyelids you have not seen it on you with the stump hung excite your tormentor. Seconds later, you feel bad breath body unceremoniously subjugate, toxic cloud enveloped the nostrils, perhaps, it was not so disgusting to feel the rhythmic violence between the legs, how to feel with the smell of the stench omnipotence. Overcoming aversion, You opened his eyes swollen from crying, face the beast you are not considered, he was the son of darkness, and she gave him his protection. Time of Silence, diluted dirty insults to your address, gave way to cries and moans of bliss. Trying hard, You portrayed, that he brought you to the highest peak of passion, Although he was only filled with pain your crotch, Damage done to virtually every piece of delicate skin. Trick is brought to you simplification, rapist soon finished, poured over your belly and your crotch scalding seed, quickly dressed, he rushed, hiding away as suddenly, as it appeared. You did not care about pain, abasement, over you cutting fire traces the sky is falling stars, giving you the chance to make a wish.'
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+ '"Please, you don''t have to do this," you whisper from swollen, bloodied lips, "I''m begging you." But your words are in vain, lost in the darkness of the night. You put up a pathetic attempt to fight, but you lost, and now all you can do is stare at the stars while your body is used for someone''s filthiest fantasies. Your clothes are ripped off, and you shout in helpless frustration as cold hands touch you in your most intimate places. You close your eyes, not willing to look at your torturer, nor his hard cock hanging above you. A second later you feel your attacker''s noxious breath on your face - his stench is almost worst than what he''s doing between your legs. You open your eyes, swollen from crying, to look at your rapist''s face - but you can''t see it. He''s just an animal, or worse, a son of the darkness itself, and granted its protection. The silence of the night is broken only by slapping flesh and curses, until you begin to groan in faux excitement, willing your rapist to finish quicker and end the torment. Even though the pain is intense, your trick works, and soon your attacker cums, shooting his seed all over your pussy and belly. He quickly wipes his dick on you, puts it away, and leaves. As you lie there, broken and humiliated, you see a single shooting star burning a fiery trail through the night sky, and wordlessly make a wish against it.'
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