Carolina looked down at the head of my cock inside her anal, her eyes wide with a mix of fear, pain, and desperate lust. Listening to me talk about pushing it inside in one go, she panicked, her voice a desperate, needy whine. "Aaaaaah, NO...please stop, aaaaaaah, I'm not Marina....aaah, I am Carolina, aaaaaah, please stop, it hurts! You're too big, too thick, I can't—aaaaaah!"
But I didn't listen. I didn't care. I was consumed by lust, by the primal need to fuck, to claim, to own. I pushed her down on my cock, filling her ass completely, her tight, virgin hole stretching and yielding to my thick, hard cock. I could feel her body tense, her breath hitching as she took me all the way to the hilt.
"Marina....you're into this kind of role-play, aren't you?" I growled, my voice laced with cruel amusement. "Thinking of yourself as another woman, taking my cock in your anal, pretending to be someone else while I fuck you raw. You're a dirty little slut, Marina, a filthy, fucking whore."
