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"Boooooooooy! That's good! That feels so good!" She growled and he whimpered as she pawed at his body, unable to resist anymore. She pounded his asshole, raping him like a bitch, and he felt his cock responding. His tiny little dick was beginning to get stiff from her power, her masculinity. The abused had come to love the tormentor. He bucked his hips as he felt his cock getting harder and harder, disgusted with himself, his body now slack muscle framed by white hot centres of pain and a burning hunger in his cock and his ass for release. Suddenly, he groaned and started cumming, his cock jackhammering out his load, spewing onto the cold floor, while her own shaft, snug and warm in his body, grew fatter and meaner, as if feeding on his misery.
Ten minutes later, Garnet gave an earth-shaking wail and beat the shit out of his ass, smacking it over and over again, eventually using her fists, raising welts, and he felt her monolithic cock erupt into his body, hosing down his insides with the vigor of a stud breeder or a stallion. His insides were drenched and he collapsed, a totally broken man. Garnet pumped his ass for a bit longer, laughing at him as he begged for her to end his life, before she tried to pull her cock out. She grunted, realizing it was stuck, and dragged him for a solid foot across the floor as she tried to get her dick free before it popped out with a wet slurch and her sperm drained out onto the floor. Slowly, Garnet rose and swept her hair from her face.
"You did good, boy," she purred and ran her fingers through his hair. Then, she pushed her dick into his face. "Clean me," she ordered. He leaned forward and began the task, eagerly.
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