The Heart System Nov Chapter 379

Chapter 379: Chapter 379

I slapped her ass hard—once, twice—then started moving again, slow at first, teasing thrusts that dragged my cock along her walls, making her feel every inch. "Earn it, sow. Take this dick like the animal you are." I built the pace back up gradually, hips rolling deeper, harder, until I was pounding her again, relentless, unhinged. My hand went back to her throat, squeezing rhythmically with each thrust, cutting off her air just enough to make her dizzy, her moans turning to choked gasps.

I flipped her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck, and bit down—teeth sinking into the skin, not breaking it but hard enough to bruise, sucking a mark there while I read her ass.

"Marked like livestock," I growled against her skin, licking the bite before slapping her cheek—light but stinging, making her head snap to the side. "Look at you, face down, ass up, taking it in your asshole. Your perfect little life? This is the real you—a sobbing, dripping ss begging to be used."

She pushed back harder, eting my thrusts, her body slick with sweat and beer, tits dragging across the mattress with every brutal drive. I grabbed them both now, hands under her, mauling her breasts—squeezing, twisting, pulling her nipples until they were red and swollen. "These fat tits—perfect for grabbing while I wreck your hole. Moo for , sow. Show

what a dumb animal you are."

She hesitated, but I slapped her ass—harder than before, the crack like a whip—and she did it, a weak, humiliated "M-moo—" escaping her lips, her face burning red.

"Holy SHIT! Did you just do that? How fucking embreassing, you fucking idiot!"

"Moo..."

I laughed, thrusting deeper, faster. "Louder, pig. Moo while I fuck your ass." Another slap, and she complied, moaning it out between gasps, her voice shaking with sha and arousal. I kept going, pounding her without rcy, my cock swelling inside her, the friction building to a fever pitch. Her asshole gripped

tighter, walls massaging every vein, the heat unbearable.

I reached down again, fingers assaulting her clit—rubbing furiously, pinching, slapping the sensitive nub until she was writhing under .

"Feel that, bitch? Your pussy’s dripping while I own your ass. You’re such a disgusting whore—getting off on being treated like trash."

Her body tensed again, breaths panting, ass clenching erratically around my cock as she climbed toward the edge. "Daddy... fuck—I’m gonna... please..."

I stopped once more, holding still deep inside her, my fingers pulling away from her clit. "No, you fucking sow. I’m tearing up your ass and you nearly ca again? Greedy little pig. You think you deserve release? Not until you’ve suffered more." I ground against her, cock twitching inside her stretched hole, feeling her walls spasm in denial, her whole body shuddering with frustration.

She sobbed openly now, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the beer and mascara. "Please—Evan—can’t take it—need to cum—your cock—ass—please—"

"Evan?"

"DADDY! DADDY! LET

CUM, PLEASE! DADDY!"

I slapped her ass—left, right, then grabbed her hips, nails digging in deep enough to draw tiny beads of blood. "Shut up and take it, animal. We’re not done." I started thrusting again, even harder this ti, my pace frantic, hips slamming into her bruised cheeks with punishing force. The bedfra banged against the wall, the room filled with the wet slaps of flesh on flesh, her choked moans, my growls.

I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her up slightly, changing the angle so my cock dragged against her inner walls in a new, brutal way. My other hand went to her mouth, fingers shoving inside, forcing her to suck them like a cock. "Suck, sow. Taste your own filth while I breed your hole." She gagged, drool spilling down her chin, but she sucked obediently, tongue swirling around my fingers as I fucked her ass rcilessly.

I kept it up, minutes blurring into a haze of violence—slapping her thighs, her ass, her tits whenever I could reach; yanking her hair to arch her back painfully; choking her intermittently, making her vision blur. Her body was a wreck—bruised, slick, trembling—but she took it all, pushing back, moaning like a bitch in heat.

"That’s it, pig. Break for . Your ass is mine—stretched, ruined, leaking my pre-cum. You love being my fucktoy, don’t you? Admit it."

"Yes—fuck—yours—ruin —please—" she mumbled around my fingers, her voice muffled and desperate.

I pulled my fingers out, sared her own spit across her face, then slapped her cheek—stingy, humiliating. "Disgusting. Sared like a used rag." I thrust deeper, feeling my own release building, but I held back, focusing on her tornt. Her asshole was loose now, but still gripping

perfectly, the friction electric.

I flipped her over roughly—yanking my cock out with a wet pop, her hole gaping wide before I shoved her onto her back on the bed now. I grabbed her ankles, forcing her legs up and apart, folding her in half until her knees hit her shoulders, ass exposed and vulnerable. "Look at

while I wreck you, sow. Watch my face as I split your ass." I got on the bed and slamd back in, the new position letting

go even deeper, my cock bullying into her fucking guts.

She scread, eyes locked on mine, wide with a mix of pain and lust. I pounded her like that—brutal, animalistic, my hands pinning her legs down, slapping her inner thighs whenever she tried to close them. "Keep them spread, bitch. Show

that wrecked hole taking my dick." Her tits bounced wildly, stomach heaving with every thrust, pussy dripping onto the sheets below.

I leaned down, spitting into her open mouth. "Swallow, pig." She did, choking it down, and I slapped her face lightly. "Good pig." Then back to the frenzy—thrusting, grinding, my balls slapping her ass cheeks, the room reeking of sex and beer.

She wailed in frustration, body writhing under , hole fluttering helplessly. "Please... need it—your cock... ass... cum—please Evan—"

"You can’t form sentences now?" I asked. "Fucking idiot."

"I’ll do anything... cum... let

cum, please. Please, please, please."

I slapped her tit—hard, making it jiggle. "Anything? Good. Then suffer." I started again, slow, torturous thrusts, building back to full brutality, my mind lost in the haze of dominance, her body mine to break.

My cock was buried to the balls in her wrecked asshole, and I started moving again. Her hole was loose from the abuse but still hot and greedy, walls clinging to every ridge and vein as I read her.

I leaned in close, face hovering over hers, and slapped her cheek—hard, open palm cracking across her left side, blooming instant red. Then the right. Her head snapped side to side with each hit, mascara-streaked tears flying, lips parting in shocked gasps.

"Fucking look at

while I destroy your ass, sow," I snarled, slapping her again—left, right, left—each crack louder than the last, her cheeks flushing crimson, skin stinging hot under my hand. "You don’t get to hide. You take every inch and every hit like the disgusting pig you are."

Her mouth fell open on a whimper. I seized the chance—shoved three fingers deep past her lips, straight to the back of her throat. She gagged instantly, eyes watering, throat convulsing around my knuckles as thick drool spilled over my hand and down her chin. I held them there, pressing deeper, feeling her gag reflex spasm helplessly.

"Eat it, bitch," I growled, pumping my fingers in and out a few tis, fucking her mouth while my hips kept snapping forward, cock bullying deep into her ass with wet, obscene slaps. She retched, gurgled, spit bubbling around my fingers, running in strings down her neck and soaking into the beer-drenched sheets.

I pulled my fingers free with a wet pop. She coughed, gasping for air—then I spat directly into her open mouth, a thick glob landing on her tongue. "Swallow, pig." She did, choking it down, humiliated tears streaming faster.

I shoved my fingers back in—deeper this ti, four now, stretching her jaw wide. She gagged harder, body jerking, throat working frantically around the intrusion while her asshole clenched rhythmically on my thrusting cock. I fucked her face with my hand a few more tis—slow, deliberate, making sure she felt every knuckle scrape her tonsils—then yanked out again. Spit sprayed from her lips as she heaved.

Another slap—harder, across both cheeks in quick succession. Her face was a ss now: red handprints overlapping, cheeks swollen and hot, lips puffy and glistening with drool.

I slid my hand down between us, fingers finding her cunt—swollen, dripping, clit throbbing under my touch. I pinched it roughly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it hard. "This sloppy little slit’s been leaking the whole ti I’ve been tearing up your ass. Pathetic. You’re dripping like a broken faucet just from getting your shithole read. What kind of worthless sow gets this wet from pain?"

I slapped her pussy with a full force. The wet crack echoed; her whole body bucked, a raw scream ripping from her throat. I did it again—harder—then again, three quick, stinging slaps right on her clit. Each one made her hips jerk involuntarily, pussy clenching on nothing, juices splattering against my wrist.

"Cry louder, pig. Let

hear how much you love being treated like garbage." I spat on her face this ti—right between her eyes, the glob sliding down her nose and over her lips. She flinched but didn’t dare close her mouth.