My head is full of you and my pussy wet with you, fucking you, helpless and crying on that beach, and you are so thin, and in pain, with pieces of you missing because I have taken them and swallowed them. And yes, my fingers in your mouth to turn your head to me, and I want to kiss you, but I can’t reach your mouth no matter how far I twist your head towards me and I want to shove my fingers into your throat and see you struggle. And it hurts you, the fucking and the contact, because your skin is raw and flayed open and still you fuck me back, and this thing, my cock, is hitting my clit every time I thrust into you so I don’t care how much it hurts you. And my fingers around your neck then, tightening, and you are having trouble breathing, and you are crying, and beautiful. And I don’t cut you, and I don’t squeeze the life out of you, but I know I will, and you are scared, and your body is so fragile and I feel like I am breaking you with the fucking and I can’t think about anything except coming, until I come...
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