She screamed, her voice filling the room with echoes of lust. There is no love here, just the physical use of another body for self-satisfaction. He plunges into her soul again and again as greed runs rampant in his mind. A fuck of the mind and the soul become one, losing the world around them for a hit of pleasure. Slipping deeper into her core, his weapon of mass destruction bruising the silken walls of her velvet flower. Rage for satisfaction, her nightmares building as she calls out for God, the man of the hour for all who need a fucking release.
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