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I want to rape Mori.
She seems like the kinda girl that would be compelling to rape. After the initial struggle and breakdown in tears, I could see her riding that emotional high and start really getting into the rape as a means of cope if you know what I mean. She'd still have tears cascading down her face and a look of anguish and hatred in her eyes, but she'd start grunting like an animal in heat and start meeting my thrusts 50/50 with her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me, nails scratching at my arms and back, biting down harshly on my neck and shoulders before I yank her off by her hair. All in a desperate attempt to disassociate herself from what's happening and try to regain some semblance of control and autonomy.
Eventually the combination of my rough and animalistic pounding of her small tight body coupled with her high pitched moans and rebellious glare would make me hilt myself balls deep, and explode right up against her cervix. She'd accept my cum inside of her with a satisfied elongated moan, burying her face in my neck as she peaks hard, fluttering around my quivering cock and squeezing my hips and ass with her lithe and well toned thighs and calves. Her lips brushing affectionately around my jawline as she slowly goes limp from exhaustion. But as the seconds go by and the fog of lust starts disappearing, her rationality overtaking her base instincts from moments ago, she'd pull away from me and curl up into a ball. Ashamed of herself for her reactions and gradual acceptance of a man who forced himself on her.
The evidence of our sinful actions dribbling out of her as she begins to silently weep.
I want to rape Mori.
