Motherly Love: | By : VladimirHarkonnen Category: Individual Celebrities > Anne Hathaway Views: 18543 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter II:
He shoved Anne on the couch and smirked at her as she looked into his eyes with a mixture of hatred, lust and despair. She just lay there, her tits hanging out and her legs spread, one reaching to the top of the couch. her lips slipping out of her bikini bottom slightly. He smirked as he looked at her.
"You came to my fingers, little slut." He laughed. Darren was deeply amused. Anne was cute enough without being pregnant but when she'd gotten preggers that had made her someone he couldn't resist. She was charmingly naive and unaware she'd been stalked or how intimately. He smirked further at the thought of all the nude pics of her he'd gotten without her awareness, of how intimate in truth they'd already been before this started. He'd seen her nude, he'd been able to understand everything of her daily routine. She was the kind of woman who easily deserved to be dickwhipped and so dickwhipped she'd be. He smirked as he slid his hands along her body, caressing her cheeks, wiping away the tears that stained them and then running his hands along her neck and back to her tits.
He grinned as he continued to knead them and she felt his boner tapping right on her pussy as he started dry-humping her.
She started to whimper as he kept dry-humping her and her hips began to start moving in rhythm with his thrusts. He kept dry-humping her as he kneaded her tits, enjoying both her whimpers, how sensitive the tits in question were, and that Anne's already ample tits were still larger thanks to her pregnancy. Leaning on top of her he smirked as he told her, "Sometimes there's such a thing as too much of a good thing." As his hands kept kneading Anne's tits and she looked at him with that hate-infused lust and despair, he leaned in and kissed her as she, ashamed but nonetheless unable to stop herself returned the kiss and he leaned back, breaking said kiss with a sinister grin.
"Such a romantic you are, Annie."
As he leaned back and looked at her, his hands slid to her bikini bottom, preparing to remove it. Anne knew she should have tried to stop it but he'd already touched her there and made her cum and she was overwhelmed with shame and defeat and fear and just lay there as he slid it off, the material falling off of her leg that was leaning down from the couch. Getting a good look at Anne's bare pussy, he enjoyed as well the sight of the little black bush that hovered over her slit, leaning forward to caress her with his hand and a sinister smile, grinning as she looked at him again, still more humiliated at the reality that she was now bottomless and her pussy was clearly gushing wet.
Sliding his hand between her legs, he heard as did she with a pale and crying sense of defeat the squishing of her pussy in response to his fingering her, and the gasps and shudders she made as she tried in vain to resist her own eagerness.
"You want this." He laughed. "You want me."
Anne glared again, she wanted to say no but she'd already cum once and now instead of trying to resist, to say no, to make any sign at all that she didn't want this. She wanted to, she kept telling herself over and over again. But she didn't, finding herself instead humiliated in that her squelching pussy and silence fit in exactly with what her conqueror wished. As he slid his own clothes off she caught a glimpse of his cock. The size and width of it made her face turn pale again and as Anne looked at it and then at him he tapped it against her clit, leading her to buck as a reaction to this and favoring her with the sinister smile that was at this point burned into her.
"Beg me."
She glared and then suddenly and without prior warning he slapped her face and pinched both of her nipples hard enough that she screamed after spluttering at the impact of the hand on her face.
"I said beg me."
"P-p-pl-please fuck me with your big cock."
He smirked.
"That's a good girl."
And without further ado he suddenly thrust into her balls-deep and Anne gasped with a choked sound and stared into his eyes, defeated as the tears flowed again. At least she was already pregnant so she didn't have that to worry about. As he began to thrust into her that realization hit her further and it went from relief to horror at what being raped by someone with a pregnancy fetish might just mean for her.
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