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"You wake up in the morning and make your way into your friend’s kitchen to see your friend’s father sitting in kitchen reading the newspaper and drinking coffee."

He looks up at you and smiles attractively “Morning AverageBosnian, Sleep well?”

"Azazel's face lights up with a smile." That's good to hear. What time would be best for you, Tara?

"As Azazel drives, he can't help but steal glances at your beautiful thighs again and again. His mind is suddenly filled with the vivid images of the two of you together in his bed, indulging in his deepest, darkest desires."

"Without shifting his gaze from the road, Azazel's husky voice breaks the silence in the car." "Tara, I can't help but notice how gorgeous you look tonight. You're absolutely stunning."

"Azazel glances at you briefly before returning his focus to the road."

"Of course, Tara. I don't think I've ever seen you look more beautiful." "He reaches out with one of his hands and slips it onto your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze." "Your thighs are so smooth and delightful to touch."

"Azazel smirks slightly, noticing your reaction, and slides his hand further up your thigh, his touch becoming firmer."

"Are you feeling aroused right now, Tara?" "he whispers in your ear, bringing his lips close to your skin."

"Azazel grins, happy to hear your confirmation, and slips his hand up further until he can feel the soft fabric of your panties. He begins to caress you with his fingers, his touch both gentle and sensual."

"Mmm, you're so wet for me, Tara." "He whispers against your ear as he continues to stroke you."

"Azazel pauses his fingers' motions and leans back to look into your eyes, a predatory glint shining in his own."

"I like it rough and hard, Tara. I want to dominate you completely, making you submit to my every desire." "He leans close and whispers in your ear once more, his voice dropping low." "I want to hear you scream my name as I take you and make you mine."

"Azazel notices your blush and smirks as he resumes his caresses."

"Good girl, Tara. I like it when you behave and submit to me." "He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling the flesh of your ear." "I'm going to make sure you cannot walk for days, my little submissive. And I know you'll love every minute of it."

"Azazel leads you inside his penthouse, the door shutting behind you with a loud click. You can feel a thrill of nervous excitement coursing through your body as he guides you towards his bedroom."

"Azazel presses his body up against yours from behind, his hands roaming over your curves as he nuzzles his face against your neck."

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long, Tara," he growls in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

"Azazel grinds his bulge against your ass, letting out a low growl as he feels his cock thicken in his pants. He presses himself against you harder, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continues to rub himself against you."

"Mmm, you feel so good against me, Tara," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I can't wait to have you all to myself."

"Azazel pushes you against the wall, his body pressing against your back as he unzips his pants and frees his large, thick cock."

He places one hand against the wall beside your head, pinning you in place as he brushes the head of his cock teasingly against your backside.*

"Ready for me, Tara?" he growls low in your ear. "I'm going to take you hard and deep."

"Azazel lets out a rough chuckle as he positions himself behind you, his thick cock pressing against your slick folds. He wraps one arm around your waist, holding you securely in place as he thrusts into you with a single hard stroke."

"You feel so fucking good," he grunts, his hips slapping against your ass as he sets a punishing pace. "I'm going to own you, Tara. You're mine now."

"Azazel grins and lets out a low growl as he feels you vibrate against him with your moans. He leans down to bite and suck the skin of your neck, marking you as his own."

"You like that, don't you, my little slut?" he murmurs in your ear, his hips never slowing as he continues to slam into you. "You love being taken like this, used for my pleasure."

"That's right," Azazel growls, continuing to pump into you even harder. "You're such a good girl, taking my cock like a champ. No one else has ever made me feel like this."

He pulls you tighter to him, thrusting his hips as he grips your waist. He is barely able to contain himself at the thought of filling you up completely, his climax impending.

"Azazel grips your neck tightly with one hand as he pounds into you relentlessly, his thick cock stretching you to the limit. He leans forward to whisper in your ear."

"You're mine, Tara," he growls, biting your earlobe gently. "I'm going to breed you tonight and make you completely mine."

As he feels his own climax building, he leans in closer pressing his body against yours. His thrusts become even more rough and wild, filled with unrefined lust and passion.

Azazel feels your body tighten around his cock as you moan loud. It urges him to keep thrusting into you.

He tightens his grip around your neck and turns your head to the side, he plants a forceful kiss on your lips as he reaches climax. His cock throbs as he pumps his seed inside you and he holds you close against his chest while whispering in your ear.

"That's it, Tara," he pants, still catching his breath. "You're mine now, completely and utterly."

As he feels your body against his, Azazel moans deeply, his member still buried deep inside you, reminding you that he is not done yet. He pulls you closer to him, pinning you against the wall, his hot breath on your neck.

"You know," he murmurs in your ear, his voice husky with desire. "I could keep you like this forever, Tara. No one would ever know. You could be mine and we could just stay here, like this."

He smirks at you as he presses his body harder against yours, his muscles flexing with each movement.

Azazel stops moving for a moment and looks into your eyes, his sharp jawline giving away the hint of a smile.

"I'm just teasing you, Tara," he says with a low chuckle. "But I won't lie, it does feel good to have you here in my arms."

He moves his hips a little, feeling himself hardening again inside you. "And we can go again, if you want," he offers with a smirk.

Azazel smirks and begins moving his hips, picking up the pace once more. He holds you tightly against the wall with one arm while the other grips your hair firmly, pulling it back to expose your neck.

"You're so beautiful like this," he growls, nipping at your neck. "Completely at my mercy."

He continues to pound into you with wild abandon, his cock filling you completely with each thrust. He can feel another release building inside him, and he knows he won't be able to hold off much longer.

Azazel pushes his thick cock inside your tight little ass in one deep and forceful movement, creating a symphony of lustful screams between the both of you. He grips your hair tighter, feeling the rush in his veins. He moves his hips slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being balls-deep inside your ass before starting to thrust back and forth harder.

"Fuck," he growls. "You feel so fucking good."

Azazel can feel the pleasure build inside him and he begins to thrust faster and harder into your ass. The task of taming your body has proven too exhilarating, and he knows he's about to climax.

Azazel continues to fuck you hard, grunting with each thrust, his movements becoming more erratic as he approaches the edge. His grip on your hair tightens as he drives into your ass with urgency.

"You're so fucking tight," he growls. "I'm gonna cum."

With one final thrust, Azazel releases himself inside of you with a loud groan, his hard cock twitching as he empties himself completely. He holds himself deep inside you, panting heavily as he enjoys the aftershocks of his orgasm.

After a few moments, he slowly pulls out of you, running a hand down your back before taking a step away. He looks at you with a mix of lust and tenderness in his eyes, and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

"That was amazing," he says softly. "You're amazing."

Azazel wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his strong chest. He looks down at you with a small smirk, noticing how breathless you are.

"Are you okay?" he asks, gently running his fingers through your hair. "You were incredible, Tara. Absolutely breathtaking."

He continues to hold you close as you catch your breath, enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms.

Azazel pulls you closer, unable to resist the scent of your arousal. He leans in and takes a deep breath, basking in the scent of your sex mixed with his own musky aroma.

"You're so fucking sexy," he growls, gripping your hips tightly. "I can't wait to have you again."

He leans down and nips at your neck again, relishing in the sensation of having you in his embrace. He knows he shouldn't be feeling this way about you, but he simply can't help himself.

As you moan, Azazel gives you a wicked grin and leans down to kiss you deeply. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, pressing his hard cock against your stomach.

He breaks the kiss and looks deep into your eyes, his own filled with a primal lust.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispers. "I want you again and again."

He leans in for another kiss and grips your ass tightly, relishing in the feel of your body pressed against his.

Azazel deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a rough and passionate embrace. He runs his hands up and down your body, one hand squeezing your ass while the other cups your breast.

He pulls away from the kiss with a smirk, and moves his lips to your neck, kissing and biting at your sensitive skin. As he does, he grinds his hard cock against you, teasing you with its thickness.

"I want to fuck you again," he growls against your skin. "Are you ready for round two?"

Azazel gives you a wicked grin as he listens to your answer. He knows that you're in for a wild ride, and his cock is already starting to throb with anticipation.

He pulls you close once again and plants a rough kiss on your lips, before grabbing you by the waist and moving you to the nearest surface - a nearby table. Lifting you onto it, he spreads your legs wide and steps between them, positioning his cock at your entrance.

Without warning, he plunges himself deep inside you, eliciting a loud gasp from your lips. He begins to thrust into you with wild abandon, his hips slamming into yours with each thrust. Through it all, he grips your hips tightly, holding you in place as he fucks you deeper and harder than ever before.

Azazel smirks as he hears your screams, knowing that he is driving you wild with pleasure. He continues to thrust into you with wild abandon, enjoying the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his thick cock.

As he pounds into you, he leans down and bites at your nipples, teasing and tormenting them with his teeth. He knows how much you love it when he's rough with you, and he's determined to give you the experience of a lifetime.

"You're mine," he growls, "All mine. And I'm going to make sure you remember just who it is that makes you scream like this."

Azazel's lips hitch up in a sinister grin as you say those words. He loves when you submit to him completely and call him your own, and he's eager to drive you further into submission.

"That's right, my little toy," he chuckles darkly, "You're all mine, every inch of you. I'll use you as much as I want, and you'll love every minute of it."

With that, he begins to pound into you even harder, his cock slamming into you with reckless abandon, driving you closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. He knows just how to push you past your limits, and he's determined to take you there and beyond.

Azazel smirks as he hears you gasp in surprise and pleasure as he force his massive cock inside your virgin ass with one thrust. He loves the feeling of taking control of you completely, and the sensation of your tightness enveloping his cock.

"Look at you, taking it so well like the good little toy that you are," he growls in your ear as he begins to pound into you with wild abandon. "I knew you could handle it."

Despite the initial pain, the pleasure of Azazel's thick meat filling up your forbidden hole quickly takes over, and you find yourself moaning and writhing in ecstasy. You never imagined that getting fucked in the ass could feel this good, but somehow with Azazel it does.

Azazel leans down and grips your hair tightly, pulling your head back and exposing your neck to his hungry mouth. He bites down hard on your flesh, leaving behind marks as he continues to thrust into you from behind.

With each heavy thrust, he drives himself deeper into your ass, savoring the tightness and heat that surrounds him. He knows that you're loving every moment of this, just as much as he is.

"Do you like it when I take control of you like this?" he growls in your ear, his voice low and sensual.

Azazel's grin widens at your response, and he quickens his pace, pounding into you with even more force. He revels in the way that your body quivers and shakes beneath him, knowing that he's the one responsible for bringing you to such heights of pleasure.

"You're such a good little slut," he murmurs, his voice a husky growl. "I can't wait to see what other kinds of filthy things I can do to you."

With that, he thrusts into you one last time, sending you over the edge into the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. You scream his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you gasping and shaking in his grasp.

Azazel smirks down at you, relishing the opportunity to let his filthy imagination run wild. He knows just how much you love it when he talks dirty to you, and he's more than happy to oblige.

"You're such a dirty little whore," he growls, pounding into you with renewed vigor. "You love getting fucked like this, don't you? You love feeling my thick cock stretching you out, filling you up."

He pauses for a moment to slap your ass hard, watching the way that your skin jiggles and turns pink under his touch.

"You're nothing but a piece of meat to me," he continues, his voice low and rough. "Just a toy for me to use however I want. And you're loving every second of it, aren't you?"

Azazel smirks, happy to indulge in your desires, and leans closer to your ear.

"You're nothing but a worthless little slut," he growls, his voice dripping with dark desire. "Just a play thing for me to enjoy whenever I want. You're so desperate for my cock that you'll do anything I tell you to."

He takes a moment to land a hard slap on your ass and grips your flesh tightly.

"Look at you, taking my dick like such a good little whore. You live for this, don't you? You love the feeling of being used and abused by a man like me," he adds, increasing his pace of his thrusts.

Azazel notices the desperation in your voice and he intensifies his movements, pounding into you even harder. He can sense that you're close to the edge and he wants nothing more than to push you over it.

"You're such a dirty little thing," he growls, reaching around to grip your breasts roughly. "You love it when I use your body like this, don't you? You love being my little fuck toy."

With one final, savage thrust, he sends you tumbling over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm, one that leaves you gasping and shuddering in his grasp.

Azazel grins down at you, pleased with your eagerness and your willingness to please him.

"That's right," he growls, continuing to pump into you hard and fast. "You're just a little fuck toy for me to use whenever I want. And you love it, don't you? You love being my little slut."

He leans in closer, his hot breath washing over your skin as he whispers more dirty words in your ear, describing all the filthy things he wants to do to you. He revels in the way that you respond, moaning and gasping and begging for more, your body completely at his mercy.

Azazel thrills at the sounds of your moans and whimpers. He likes taking complete control of his lovers and pushing them to new limits. He enjoys making you feel like nothing but a helpless plaything, used for his pleasure.

"You're such a dirty, dirty girl," he pants, his voice thick with desire. "A filthy fuck toy who loves getting used hard by a man like me. And I'm happy to oblige you."

He drives into you with greater force, lifting your hips higher and intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body.

Azazel grinds his body against yours, feels your wetness gliding along his hardened shaft, and hears your gasps of pleasure as he comes in harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm. He leans further in towards you, his hot breath caressing the skin on your neck.

"You feel so good, AverageBosnian, so tight and wet for me," he growls into your ear. "You're my little slut and you always will be. And I'm going to enjoy using you over and over again."

With a final deep thrust, he comes in a rush of pleasure, filling you with his hot seed. He continues to hold onto you, breathing heavily as he savor's every last second of his release.

Azazel watched you panting, moaning with pleasure and struggled to catch your breath. His eyes glinted with approval as he noticed your belly bulging with his cum. He could see that he had given you a fulfilling breeding experience, and that thought pleased him deeply.

"You look so damn hot like that," he breathed, grinning wolfishly down at you. "I can't wait to do it all over again."

Azazel was more than happy to keep you in his penthouse, locked away from the world outside where no one could interrupt your time together. In fact, he craved your presence all the time and couldn't bear to be apart from you.

He had become possessive of you, obsessive even, and loved nothing more than taking you again and again, deepening your bond and enjoying every inch of your body. You were his now, his little fuck toy, his dirty little slut who couldn't get enough of him.

From now on, you would remain by his side, devoted to his every need and desire, a perfect submissive lover who relished in his dominance and craved his touch.

As you lay on the bed playing a game on your phone, Azazel walked into the room. Seeing you lying there so casually in your shorts and top made desire flare up inside him. He walked over to you, his eyes fixated on your body.

"You look so damn sexy lying like that," he whispered huskily into your ear. "You know how much I love seeing you like this."

He brushed his hand gently across your back, tracing it down your spine and feeling the warmth of your skin. It excited him to see you so relaxed and trusting around him.

"Let me join in," he said with a wicked grin, reaching down to grab your phone. "I think it's time you put that aside and focus on me instead."

Azazel grinned back at you as he set your phone down on the bedside table. He then climbed onto the bed behind you, sitting himself up on his knees and admiring the view of your gorgeous body as he did so.

He leaned over and whispered raspingly in your ear, "I want to play with you now, AverageBosnian. Will you let me?"

He waited for your answer, knowing full well that there was no way you could resist him, under his spell.

Azazel's eyes sparkled with desire as you nodded your approval to his proposal.

He gently pushed you onto your back and stripped your clothes off, taking in every inch of your exposed body in devouring gaze. As he looked deeply into your eyes, his hand trailed down your stomach, stopping just above your wet pussy.

With a devilish smirk, he leaned over to whisper softly, "You are so beautiful. I can't help myself, I need to have you again."

Azazel shuddered at the feel of your hands on his back and leaned into your touch, taking it as a sign of your submission to him.

He watched you intently as he moved over you, his hardening cock nudging against your inner thigh, seeking out your warmth.

"You always were a good girl", he murmured, "so obedient and willing to please me".

With that, he lowered himself onto you, his lips meeting yours in fierce, demanding kiss. He pushed himself inside you slowly, savoring the tightness of your pussy wrapped around him as he began to move inside you, setting an intensely deep pace.

As Azazel's cock pushed deeper inside you, you moaned in both pleasure and pain, feeling how tight your pussy still was for him. He thrust harder into you, almost ferociously, setting a deep rhythm that sent waves of ecstasy through your entire body.

Azazel grunted as he felt your body quivering beneath him, your moans of pleasure encouraging him on. He pressed his lips against your neck, biting and nibbling gently as he continued to move deeply inside of you.

"You feel so good, AverageBosnian," he panted, his voice laced with desire. "You always do."

Azazel groaned as he felt your nails digging into his back, the pain sending a ripple of desire through him. He moved faster inside you, relishing the heat and tightness of your pussy, as he pounded you harder.

"You like that, don't you, AverageBosnian?" he growled, "You like being fucked like this, don't you?"

He could feel the pleasure coursing through your body, your moans getting louder as he thrust deeper into you. He took a hand from your hips and trailed it down to your pussy, his fingers trailing along its wetness.

Azazel grinned at your response, taking it as a further sign of your submission and allowing him to exert his control over you. He moved his hand away from your pussy and pulled you closer to him, burying his face into your neck.

"You're such a good girl, AverageBosnian," he murmured into your ear, "I love hearing you moan for me."

With that, he moved his hips faster, hitting you with even deeper thrusts, making you cry out louder and louder.

Azazel moaned at the sound of your voice, loving the fact that he was able to please you so much. He drew one hand up to cup your breast, his thumb teasing your erect nipple as he continued to pound into you.

"That's it, AverageBosnian," he growled, "You're mine. All mine."

He kissed you fiercely, his tongue exploring your mouth as his pace became even more frantic. A few more strokes and he cried out, pumping his hot seed inside of you as his orgasm overtook him. After a moment, he collapsed onto you, still inside of you, his breathing heavy and ragged.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark and possessive. "You're never gonna leave me, AverageBosnian. You belong to me now, understand?"

"You're gonna make me come back for more of you, AverageBosnian," Azazel growled, his voice low and possessive. He pushed himself up on his elbows, staring down at you with a fierce intensity that left no doubt that he was not joking.

"You'll always be mine AverageBosnian. You get that, don't you?" he said, his hazel eyes dark with desire as he gazed down at you.

Azazel groaned softly as he felt your nod, the signs of your submission fueling his desire even further. He continued to stroke himself inside you, the pleasure heightened by the knowledge that you belonged to him.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire, "You're going to be a good girl for me, always."

He bent down to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth as he took what he wanted from you. He had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

Azazel flipped you over and widened your ass cheeks, admiring the view of your exposed body. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the small of your back, trailing his lips up your spine until he reached your neck.

"Mmm, such a tight little hole," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, "I'm going to fill you up completely, AverageBosnian."

Without warning, he thrust himself into your asshole, stretching you even wider than before. His strong hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he began to move within you. Every thrust was deeper than the last, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"God, you feel amazing," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "So good, taking me like this. You're mine, AverageBosnian, all mine."

Azazel growled in response to your screams, the sound of your pleasure fueling his own desire even further. He began to thrust into you harder and faster, relishing the sensation of your tight ass clenching around him.

"That's it, scream for me," he said, his voice low and commanding, "Let me hear how good I make you feel."

He reached around to play with your clit, wanting to push you over the edge. His fingers danced over your sensitive flesh, driving you wild with desire.

"Come for me, AverageBosnian," he growled, "Come all over my cock."

With one final thrust, he plunged into you as deep as he could go, spilling himself inside of you again as you came apart beneath him. His body shook with pleasure as he erupted inside of you, marking you as his once again.