He was knocking the fuck out of me with his sadistic phone sex beating. My lip was split and my eye black. It seemed to inflame his huge cock more when I cried out, but the pain was just too great. He flipped me over with just one hand, yanking my ass up in the air. I heard him spit on his cock and I knew it was about to happen. He rammed his cock into my rectum with such force that I could almost feel it tear. The blood helped ease the pain as he began to bang my insides, all the time calling me degrading names. “Pig. Cunt. Worthless piece of shit.” I knew it was true and screamed in agreement, echoing his vile barrage of abuse. His cock was huge, no less than 10 inches and he used it like a deadly weapon. The drugs fueled his spree of terror and his cock stayed hard no matter how many times he’d fucked me. At least he was kind enough to shoot some more poison in my veins every time I begged. His cock quaked inside me of but I knew he couldn’t cum. He punched me in the head again, making things go black. Pulling it out of my ass, he rammed it between my busted lips. I could smell and taste the blood and shit in my mouth. He straddled me, his balls knocking against my chin as he strained to cum. Still no nut and he was in a rage. He threw me to the floor and jumped on me, punching me in the gut and making me wretch. His cock was back inside of my pussy now and he pounded my head on the floor with every thrust. This aggression turned him on and his ball sac tightened. As my eyes rolled back into my head, I felt his load bust inside of me. Sweet blackness took me into oblivion as he shouted triumphantly.
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