Let’s talk about that one time—a real kicker. I was young, impressionable, and horny as hell. Enter: the neighborhood creep. He snuck into my bedroom, his eyes gleaming with lust. I was terrified, but something felt exciting, too. He took advantage, his rough hands all over me. I was trapped, but a part of me loved it. His cock was huge, and he forced it down my throat. I choked and gagged, the tears streaming.
But then, the real fun began. He tore my clothes off, revealing my tiny frame. The vulnerability—a rush! He pounded my innocent pussy, his hips a blur. I couldn’t breathe, let alone resist. His cock consumed me. The pain mingled with pleasure, a heady cocktail. I felt dirty, used—a true slut in the making. He finished the job, his seed spilling inside me. I felt it, warm and sticky. A trophy! That experience—it warped me. Left a lasting impression. I craved that sinister touch, that forbidden fruit.
Don’t judge, perverts. We all have our secrets. Cora’s just a bit more twisted.
Hush now, the memories are making me wet.
Cora out! 👋🏻😈