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Molly thrashed as Smith raped her. The pain in her vagina was intense, and she felt suffocated as he pressed her into the carpet. She tried to resist his intrusion into him by squeezing her vaginal muscles tightly, but this only intensified the pain as his stiff cock rudely pried her open. She slapped at his shoulders and pounded on his back, in her panic not realizing that this simply turned him on and heightened his excitement. Every time she tried to kick him, her leg slid up his thigh and ended up harmlessly draped over his hip, which also threw gasoline on Smith’s roaring lust.
Smith was right in Molly’s face, kissing and licking her wildly. He put his tongue on her chin and slid it up her jawline and over her cheeks. Putting his tongue on the tip of Molly’s nose, Smith slid it slowly all the way up the bridge and between her eyes before dragging it heavily over her forehead. Molly tossed her head from side to side to escape Smith’s mouth, but each time she turned her head he simply drove his tongue into whichever ear she left exposed. There was no escape from Smith’s lust, and Molly began to sob in despair.
Smith may have intended to appear smooth in taking care of business with the pretty soccer mom, but that was not the case. With his teeth clenched and his lips pulled back, Smith looked more like a snarling beast than a leading man. His burning gaze and dilated pupils gave him an air of madness, and his grunts of pleasure with each thrust had the sound of someone who might lose control of his lust. He reached his right hand under Molly’s neck and through her hair, finally grasping the back of her head. He was pounding her now with long hard strokes that jarred her violently with each impact, sending shockwaves through her body and causing her legs to jerk against his thighs with every thrust.
Smith’s cock churned Molly’s pussy relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of Smith’s pleasured grunts, Molly’s tortured sobs, and their bodies rubbing and jarring together. The sweet smell of rape wafted softly in the air. Every nerve ending in Smith’s body was burning with excitement and his cock ached with arousal. Molly could feel every inch of Smith’s cock grinding inside her. When he held a thrust inside her for a few seconds, she could actually feel the engorged blood vessels pulsating against her vaginal walls. Smith was hurting her now. Although she had had intercourse literally hundreds of times, she had in no way been prepared for the brutal violation she was now subject to. Barely fifteen minutes ago she was planning a carefree day in town, and now she was sprawled out naked on the floor of her own living room being mauled by a monster.
Smith was earning every penny of it now. His hips drove forward powerfully with each thrust and his ass climbed into the air each time his backed arch on the withdrawal. Molly’s moist warmth was surprisingly snug but still yielding, which allowed her pussy to grip his cock securely but still be forced apart easily with each stroke. He rested on the arm under her head and used his free hand to run over Molly’s body, groping and squeezing her thigh and breast and occasionally gripping her face to kiss her passionately. Smith was panting with lust now, grunting and crying out in ecstasy with each terrible impact. He felt his cock begin to swell and his balls pull up into his scrotum. He knew he was about to cross over.
At this point, Molly was just trying to survive the horrible assault. She was crying as Smith brutalized her, but she was no longer fighting to escape. Now she just wanted to live through this nightmare. Looking into Smith’s face terrorized Molly like nothing she had known before. He was simply primal in his lust, and she feared for her life even after she had come to terms with the involuntary forfeit of her marriage vows. With his grunting and slobbering, Smith sounded to Molly more like an animal in the jungle than a human being. She felt him drive her with about a dozen especially brutal thrusts, jarring her against the floor and causing her to wince with the pain in her vagina. Then he took one last thrust and hilted, holding himself full-depth inside her. Smith called out her name a few times and put his face directly in front of hers, and their eyes locked. Molly saw Smith’s eyes roll back in his head as he cried out.
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