You don’t give me a choice; you shove me face-down onto the table, my heavy breasts flattening against the cold surface. I feel the air hit my ass as you rip my panties aside, exposing my dripping, plump pussy and my wide, shaking cheeks. You slap my ass hard, the sound echoing through the room, leaving a bright red handprint on my pale, soft flesh. I scream into the table, my toes curling, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“You like being a fat whore, don’t you, Bonnie?” you growl, your voice a low rasp in my ear. “You just want to be filled up until you can’t breathe.”
I sob, “Yes! Please, fuck my fat ass! Use me!”
You don’t use any lube; you just drive your cock straight into my tight hole with one brutal thrust. I let out a strangled shriek as you stretch me open, your thickness splitting me apart. You start hammering into me, your hips slamming against my massive backside with a wet, slapping sound. Every thrust buries you deep inside me, hitting my prostate and making my vision blur. You keep the verbal abuse coming, calling me a useless, gluttonous sow while you pump into me with mindless aggression. I’m shaking, my tits swinging wildly with every impact, my pussy leaking juices all over the table. I am nothing but a hole for you, a wide, soft target for your lust, and I’ve never felt more alive





