Talia cursed her own body at its betrayal as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter with each movement of his length inside of her body as he staked his claim over her body. Her face remained pressed against the material of the sofa, her eyes closing as tears began to pool in them, as she shook her head her mind beginning to close down as she attempted to delude herself into believing this wasn’t happening. It was a nightmare and she would awake an second to find herself in her apartment surrounded with cardboard boxes and a empty room. Her hands at her sides had turned to fists, clenching them so hard they began to turn white.<br/><br/>As much as her mind attempted to rationalize the situation, each time she seemed to centre on numbness he would drive himself inside of her harder or deeper making a whimper or moan escape her form and reminding her of the reality of the situation. Her hands attempted to move to his hands which held her against the couch, grasping and grabbing at him idly to attempt to free herself from his hold. The sounds of his hips slamming against her ass filling the room as her whimpers seemed to align with his assault upon the depths of her insides as his member took its pleasure from her tight hole as it was stretched open and forced to endure his attention.<br/><br/>Talia felt the pressure move from her head and almost instantly her hands moved to her under her as she attempted to rise up onto her hands as she felt his hands move to tug at the material which was in her mouth. Her mouth was dry as the material fell to land on the couch beside her. Her hands reached out to attempt to pull herself forwards and away from him, but his hold upon her hips wouldn’t allow her to escape as he continued to drive himself into her over and over, her voice was soft and raw from the lack of moisture in her mouth. “Please, no, Stop it. I’m sorry” her begging fell on deaf ears it would seem or if anything seemed to please him more as his pace increased.<br/><br/>Pleasure was beginning to build up within her body as he continued to assault her, she couldn’t understand how she was feeling anything but pain as he continued to pound into her body, why was her body responding to him as he forced himself onto her, she whimpered and moaned as she attempted to get free to stop him. But he seemed to take pleasure in moving and changing his rhythm to make her feel pleasure from his assault. There must be something wrong with her, that's the only way to explain why she was responding to him in such a way. His words seemed to make her focus on him more as she pushed back against him attempting to get free as she turned to look at him  “ Your an asshole. Get the fuck off me” her hands which were docile before moved to attempt to push him off her, the fire once more coming to her eyes. A soft groan escaping her lips as she felt his hand land upon her asscheek, the skin reddening at the impact as the pain seemed to spread and turn to pleasure before reaching her core. What the hell was wrong with her.<br/><br/>Her anger seemed to spur him on as his movements became frantic as he drove into her body, her hands gave out under his movements as she fell forwards onto her elbows as she let out a whimper as she felt him press deep inside of her body as he released inside of her body, flooding her insides. A another whimper escaped her lips as she felt him slip from her stretched hole as she collapsed onto the sofa, as she felt his fluids and her own beginning to run from her body. His laughter seemed to jar her from her place as she moved to pull herself away from him, her body tumbling from the couch as she attempted to get her feet under her.<br/><br/>Her body wasn’t working with her as she stumbled and fell to the ground her knees impacting against the hard floor, her jeans gathered around her ankles stopping her from moving, as she heard him usher her over, she didn’t want to be anywhere near him, as she attempted to use the couch to push herself up to her feet as her other hand moved to attempt to grab her jeans to pull them up.<br/><br/>Just as hand grabbed at the material she felt a jerk as fingers threaded into her hair as she was dragged over to him, pain radiating from her scalp at the friction. She let out a groan of pain as her hands moved to grab at his which was buried in her hair attempting to free herself as she found herself slumped before him on her knees, her face pressed against his length, his cum and her juices coating it, another sharp reminder of her body's betrayal. She refused to clean him up, she wanted to just get out of this place “Look, just let me leave. I won’t cause you anymore trouble. Alright” her voice was soft and begging.