The motel room was a mess of broken furniture and bodily fluids. He'd taken her roughly, throwing her onto the bed and tearing at her clothes. She tried to scream but his rough kisses silenced her cries. He pinned her down, entered her roughly and started thrusting violently. She felt like an object of his lust, nothing more than a warm hole to fill with his seed. He slapped her ass, leaving red handprints as he picked up the pace, grunting in pleasure. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain and focus on the intense sensation. It was animalistic and primal, much like their relationship. And despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of enjoyment from it all.
