She screamed louder, hips bucking wildly, tears streaming, legs shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed through her, pussy milking me in endless, desperate pulses. She shook like she was being electrocuted, moans turning to broken sobs, body completely lost to the pleasure.

I bit her other nipple harder, leaving marks through the fabric, then moved to her tit—biting the soft flesh, sucking bruises into her skin, then her neck—sucking hard, marking her as mine.

Carrie screamed more, orgasm still rolling through her, body convulsing, pussy clenching and gushing, tears flowing freely.

A few seconds later, it faded. She collapsed against me, completely fucked silly—eyes unfocused, mouth open, babbling something incoherent, voice too weak to make out words.

I pushed her roughly off me. She fell to the ground with a soft thud, body limp, panting.

I got up, grabbed her by the ankle, and dragged her toward the desk—her body sliding across the carpet, skirt riding up, tits bouncing under the blouse. I shoved the desk aside with my foot, revealing the window behind it fully now—city lights flickering through the rain-streaked glass.

I let go of her ankle. "Get up."

She slowly pushed herself up, legs shaking, still panting hard, sweat dripping from her brow, hair a mess, blouse wrinkled and damp, skirt twisted.

I grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head back, and slammed her face against the window with a loud thunk—her right cheek pressed to the cold glass, breath fogging it instantly.

I grabbed one of her legs by the knee, lifted it high to the side—opening her wide, pussy exposed against the glass. I lined up and thrust back in—deep, hard, cock filling her pussy as I pinned her there.

The position was humiliating—face smashed against the window, leg lifted high, skirt bunched up, panties still around her ankles, tits pressed to the glass through her blouse, stomach flat against it. Anyone looking up from the street below could see her—face visible, body exposed, getting fucked like a cheap whore against the glass.

I started pounding—hard, fast, hips slamming into her ass, cock driving deep with every stroke. The window rattled with each thrust, her breath fogging it, tits flattening against the cold surface, nipples scraping through the fabric.

"Filthy fucking pig," I growled, yanking her hair harder. "Look at you—face on the window, leg up like a street hooker. Everyone down there can see what a desperate cum-dump you are."

She moaned, body shaking, pussy clenching tighter. "Yes—fuck—pig—your pig—"

I thrust deeper, hand slapping her ass. "What a fucking cunt you have. All loose and shit. Fucking hag. Disgusting fucking hag."

I pounded harder, her pussy squelching, juices dripping down her thigh.

I looked left and saw her bag on the bed—small, black, designer. I reached over, grabbed it, unzipped it, and turned it upside down. Everything spilled out: a purse, lipstick, keys, a couple of dildos, one thick, one curved, condoms, tissues, a vibrator. The bag was heavier than it looked.

I turned toward her, still pinned to the window, leg lifted high, pussy stretched around my cock. I shoved the bag over her face—fabric covering her eyes and mouth, straps dangling. She gasped, muffled, body tensing.

I reached past her, pushed the window open wider—cool night air rushed in, rain misting through the gap. Then I slid her blouse down off her shoulders, yanking it low until her tits spilled out fully—heavy, soft, nipples hard in the cold air. If anyone looked up from the street below, they'd see everything: Carrie Beldenwary, face bagged, tits out in the open, leg lifted, getting fucked raw against the window.

I kept fucking her—hard, steady thrusts, hips slamming forward, cock driving deep. Her body jolted with every stroke, tits flattening against the glass, nipples scraping the cold surface, leaving streaks in the condensation. Her ass jiggled, skirt bunched high, panties still tangled at her ankles, one heel dangling precariously.

"You're gonna cum while people fucking watch you, you fucking cunt," I growled into her ear, yanking her hair back so the bag shifted slightly, letting her breathe. "Tell them what you're doing right fucking now!"

"I'm… I'm getting my pussy fucked!" she screamed, voice muffled but loud enough to carry. "I fucking LOVE IT!"

"Who is fucking you! Who owns you!"

"EVAN! HE OWNS ME! HE OWNS THIS PUSSY! FUCK ME!"

The adrenaline must've pushed her to the edge. She came hard—body convulsing violently, pussy spasming wildly around my cock, gushing hot and wet in thick streams that ran down her thighs and dripped to the floor. She shook uncontrollably, tits bouncing, legs shaking in my grip as wave after wave crashed through her, tears soaking the bag over her face. Her whole body locked up, then shuddered, ass quivering, moans turning to sobs as the orgasm ripped her apart.

Before anyone could look up, I grabbed her by the head, yanked her back from the window, and threw her roughly onto the bed. She landed on her back with a bounce, bag falling off her face. She lay there, panting, eyes glazed, chest heaving, tits still exposed, skirt twisted, pussy dripping. Then she started chuckling—low, breathless, horny, too far gone to care anymore.

I shut the window with a click, rain still lashing the glass.

"You like that, slut?" I asked, voice rough.

"Yes…" she muttered, then opened her legs wide, knees falling apart, pussy glistening and swollen. "Please… keep fucking me."

"Please keep fucking me what?" I asked, stepping closer.

"P-please…"

"I'm your fucking owner. I'm your fucking Daddy."

"Please keep fucking me, Daddy," she said, voice shaking but eager. "With that cock of yours. I love it inside me. Please, please."

"Beg more."

She did—voice desperate, broken. "Please, Daddy, fuck me—ruin me, use this pussy, fill me, breed me, own me, please, I'm begging—need your cock—need it so bad—please—"

I got on the bed, positioned between her legs, and thrust back in—deep, hard, cock filling her completely.

She screamed, back arching, hands flying to the sheets.

I thrust back in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Carrie's scream tore through the room, back arching off the mattress, her hands clawing at the sheets like she was trying to rip them apart. Her legs snapped wide, heels digging into the bed, mini skirt still twisted around her waist like a useless belt, black blouse hanging open, tits spilling out and bouncing violently with the force of my entry.

I didn't give her time to adjust. I started pounding—fast, deep, merciless. My hips slammed forward, cock driving into her with punishing rhythm, balls slapping against her soaked skin. Her pussy was drenched, walls fluttering and sucking at me, but I didn't ease up. Every thrust shoved her higher up the bed, her body jolting, tits heaving wildly, nipples scraping the air as they bounced. Sweat poured down her cleavage, stomach flexing hard with each impact, thighs quivering from the strain of staying spread for me.

I grabbed her wrists, yanked them above her head, pinning them to the mattress with one hand. With the other, I gripped her throat—not choking, just holding, thumb pressing under her jaw so she had to look up at me while I fucked her senseless.

"You're nothing but a cock-starved gutter slut," I snarled, hips never slowing. "Pussy leaking for the man who ruined your fucking life. Disgraceful."

Carrie's moans turned guttural, body writhing under me, pussy clenching harder with every degrading word. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken sounds, drool slipping from the corner of her lips. Her tits slapped together with each thrust, red marks blooming where I'd bitten earlier, blouse hanging off one shoulder now, exposing one fully.

I released her throat and slapped her tit—hard, the sound cracking through the room. Then the other. Her back bowed, a high whine escaping her. "You love being treated like garbage, don't you? All that money, all that status—means nothing when you're getting railed like a back-alley bitch."

She tried to speak, but it came out as a choked sob. Her hips bucked up to meet me, pussy gripping so tight it almost hurt. I could feel her getting closer—her breaths turning sharp and shallow, thighs starting to tremble uncontrollably, inner muscles rippling around my cock like they were trying to trap me.

I shifted my grip, hooking both her knees over my elbows, folding her in half—legs pinned back toward her shoulders, ass lifted off the bed, pussy angled up perfectly for deeper penetration. I drove down into her, using my full weight, cock slamming straight down, hitting the deepest spots.

Her eyes crossed, tongue lolling out, a string of drool running down her chin. "P-please—Daddy—let me—let me—"

"Not yet, pig," I hissed, slowing just enough to torment her. "You don't get to cum until I decide your worthless cunt has suffered enough."

She sobbed, hips jerking desperately, trying to fuck herself on me, but I held her pinned, controlling every movement. Her pussy pulsed around me, so close to the edge, walls fluttering in frantic little spasms.

I picked up speed again—short, vicious thrusts, pounding straight down, making her whole body bounce off the mattress. Her tits slapped against her chest, nipples swollen and red, stomach tensing with every impact. Sweat flew off her skin with each slam.

"You're a disgrace," I spat. "Pathetic. Useless. Nothing but a cum-dump with a pretty face."

Carrie's moans turned into high-pitched, broken wails, body convulsing, pussy clamping down so hard it hurt. She was right on the edge again—tears streaming, mouth open in a silent scream, thighs quaking violently.

I slowed to a torturous grind, barely moving, just enough to keep her teetering.

She sobbed, hips jerking uselessly. "Please—Daddy—please, need to cum, please…"

I leaned down, lips against her ear. "Beg like the trash you are."

"Please—please—let your worthless pig cum—please—I'm nothing—I'm just a hole—please let me cum on your cock—please—"

I slammed in hard once, twice—then stopped again, cock throbbing deep inside her spasming cunt.

She cried out in frustration, body shaking, tears streaming, pussy clenching desperately around me.

"How many times do I have to say it, whore? Not yet."

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