The Violation: Egypt’s Nightmare

 

Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasies

Hey, sickos—Egypt, your fresh rape survivor, here to deliver the goods.

On a lonely night, home alone, vulnerable, and unaware of the monster lurking nearby.

He breaks in, a sinister stranger out for a cheap thrill. And I’m his unsuspecting prey.

Overpowering fear grips me, but this creepo’s relentless. He’s got me trapped, and the violation begins.

A dirty gag balls my mouth, silencing my screams. His dirty hands roam, making me his plaything.

My clothes are ripped, revealing my curvy frame. He lusts after my body, a prize he plans to claim.

The fucking begins—forced penetration that makes me sob. His cock tears through my pussy, a painful invasion.

But this dude’s a pro—he silences my struggles with harsh kisses, aільне tenderness.

I’m his willing prisoner, a cacophony of moans and whimpers. The pleasure-pain confluence sends shivers down my spine.

He fucks me relentless, a sweat-drenched power trip. My body’s not mine—it belongs to this creepy aggressor.

Cum pours from my abused pussy, yet he shows no mercy. The cramping, stretching sensation is agonizing ecstasy.

And then, the final insult—he unloads his jizz, a warm, thick cascade that coats my quivering form.

It drips down my legs, a vile reminder of my violation. But this guy’s a real gentleman—he makes sure I swallow, too.

Egypt’s been used, abused, and cummed on. A broken mess, yet the memory haunts me, thrilling my senses.

I’m your rape fantasy incarnate—a mess of contradicting emotions, excited and traumatized.

Another satisfied perv, thanks for the ride!”

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