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My plan was pure filth from the start. It wasn’t about admiration; it was about acquisition. Every time I saw that barely legal teen Andrea, my cock would get hard. I’d watch her walk down the street, her ass tight in her jeans, and I’d imagine gripping those hips while I pounded her from behind. I’d see her talking with friends, her full lips moving, and all I could think about was how they’d look wrapped around my dick, spit and cum drooling down her chin. This wasn’t a crush; it was a blueprint for ownership. My plan was to snatch her out of her life and lock her away where the only reality was my dick.
The first phase was all about the throat. I’d spend days just face-fucking her, shoving my cock down her gullet until her gag reflex was a distant memory. I wanted her to wake up craving the feeling of my balls slapping her chin, her throat aching and empty without me filling it. I’d make her swallow every drop, training her stomach to accept my seed as its only nourishment. Her name, her past, her hopes—I’d fuck them all out of her head, replacing them with the simple, desperate need to choke on my cock.
Her pussy would be my personal cum dumpster, fucked senseless until it was swollen and permanently slick with my juices. I wouldn’t just make her a two-hole whore; she’d be my perfect three-hole slut. I’d chain her up, spread-eagled in my basement, and use her however I wanted, whenever I wanted. Her body would be a canvas of bruises and bite marks, her mind a blank slate programmed with only one purpose: to take my cock, swallow my cum, and beg for more. She thought she was living her life, but she was already just a fucktoy waiting to be collected.
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