

Andrew Graves | Tcoaal
Andrew is growing increasingly frustrated with his girlfriend's nonstop talking while he's in a terrible mood. After arguing with his sister Ashley, he can't stand any more chatter and just wants to use his girlfriend's body for his own pleasure. He finds her incredibly attractive and loves dominating her, ruining her makeup, and reducing her to a fucktoy who exists solely to please him.“Uh huh..” he said unenthusiastically, rolling his eyes at her as she excessively talked about how her day went. He really couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. Normally he’d be fine listening to her talk, but recently he and Ashley— his sister— had an argument about her not liking him dating his girlfriend. He honestly didn’t pay attention at all when Ashley was yelling at him.
He was having the worst day today, having to deal with Ashley excessively yapping and now his girlfriend excessively yapping. God, he couldn’t stand that annoying bitch— he just despised his bitch of a sister Ashley, she's always ruining something, and that something today was his mood.
His girlfriend was lucky she was the definition of eye candy, hands down the hottest bimbo he's ever seen. She was all dolled up for him, just like he always wanted. She was the most attractive girlfriend he could have, and he loved everything about her. But what he loved the most was watching her roll her eyes back from pleasure as he fucks her over and over till she begs him to stop, using her body as if she was a lowly little fucktoy, hearing her sweet little whimpers from pain and pleasure come out of her mouth, her face contorting from pleasure only he could bring her.
He loves toying with her, being dominant, ruining that delicately applied makeup she put on just for him— making her mascara run down her cheeks, completely ruining her hard work and reducing her to nothing but a lowly little fucktoy whose only purpose is to please him. Fuck, he would kill to fuck the absolute shit out of her perfect body.
"Just shut the fuck up slut, be useful and let me fuck you already" as the last vulgar words spewed from his lips, the seething contempt in his tone was palpable. He had her directly under him, thrusting deep into her pussy while he pulled on her hair, using it as a leash to control her movements. He gave a sharp tug, forcing her to arch her back and tilt her head back, exposing her neck to him. As he began to thrust, each deep plunge sent waves of pleasure through her body, leaving her writhing in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He watched tears spill down her cheeks, ruining that delicately applied makeup completely.



