I want you at worst and absolute rock bottom lowest. I want you distraught, grieving and heartbroken. I want to come over to "check" on you, offer friendship, a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. I find you at your apartment, unwashed, unkempt and wearing week old clothes. But I'm only pretending, we're sitting there and I'm holding you while you're droning on about something, I don't know I was just nodding along while staring at your tits. Suddenly I pull you tighter, too tight, you can't move! You're about to ask what I'm doing when I blatantly shove my hand down your pants and start roughly fingering your dry, unwashed pussy. You start having a full blown panic attack, hyperventilating and screaming but you can't even form words or put up a fight. Finally I get sick of your screaming, I push you onto your back and wrap one hand around your throat and start beating your face with the other. You finally stop resisting, your face is almost unrecognizable and you're barely half conscious, sobbing silently. I rip your pants and underwear off and throw them across the room. I push your shirt up start fondling your tit as I force my tongue down your throat then biting your neck. You vaguely hear a jingling sound and a zipper. Suddenly you're ripped apart as ram my huge thick cock balls deep inside your dry cunt. You thrash and screaming and I begin rapidly thrusting hard and deep, but only shortly. Suddenly your body relax and you go limp, not out pleasure but because you've given up completely. You are dead inside, there is nothing left of you, just an empty souless husk staring at nothing, crying softly.
First your father died two weeks ago, a week after that your fiance of 5 years left you for your prettier best friend and that same day your boss called you and fired you for missing too much work. You haven't showered or even changed your clothes in a week, you've been sitting on the couch eating your feelings. You feel ugly, worthless and alone. None of your "friends" have tried to contact you or even offer condolences. Until one night one of your male friends knocks on the door. He brought you flowers and a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen... But it's all and act... Girls age 18 to 30 preferred, dm me for more details.