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his cock slide out before he bashed himself balls-deep in
again. Kim was moaning incoherently, the feeling of his warm cock rubbing
against the inner walls of her vagina making her whole body hum with pleasure.
     “Harder,”
she demanded, emphasizing her point by grabbing his naked ass cheeks and
pulling him even deeper into her.
    Jake
responded with enthusiasm, following her lead and pushing his thick shaft even deeper
and deeper, faster and faster into her. She started moaning loudly, her eyes
shut tight as the bed squeaked beneath them. Jake looked down at her with a
grin, watching as her breasts rose and fell rapidly, glistening with sweat, her
nipples erect and pointing at him with full attention. They locked hands on
either side of her head, Kim having given up on his ass, the darkness of his
skin making hers seem even paler, though she now glowed a rosy pink from the
heat of the moment.
    Jake
lifted her legs to his shoulders with ease, exposing her swollen pink cunt to
more of his cock as he pinned her legs against her chest, angling his massive
black monster even deeper into the moist pink opening between her thighs. Kim
responded with a sharp intake of breath, opening her eyes in time to see the
manic grin on Jake’s face as he watched his dick disappear into her. He began
thrusting madly, eagerly shoving the entire length of his manhood into the
warmth of her inner flesh. Nearing orgasm, she sub-consciously pushed her body
towards him as he continued his onslaught, their bodies coming together and
apart with a resounding clap of their thighs.
    Jake
released his load deep inside her without warning, a growl escaping his lips as
his body went weak. He buried himself in her, unable to move, his dick
twitching as it made its generous deposit. He smiled. Kim was not pleased.
    “What
the fuck?” she yelled. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you not to
come inside me YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?”
    Kim
shoved him roughly off her and he collapsed next to her on the bed, unconcerned
and smiling.
    “You
need to chill out babe. I have some of those pills in my dresser... It’s not
the end of the world.”
    Kim
was already off the bed and grabbing her clothes from where they had been
thrown carelessly all over the room, still frowning and very pissed, her
previous high quickly fading. She hit him with her jeans.
    “Shit.
That hurt. Is there really any need for violence?” he said smugly, grabbing at the
jeans.
    “You’re
a fucking asshole, Jake, and I don’t know why I put up with your shit. You can
shove your pills up your fucking ass. I’m through with your bullshit.”
    She
managed to wrestle her jeans back from him and slid them on, pulling on her top
without bothering to search for her bra, which she knew would take ages to find
in the untidy room. Kim didn’t want to spend any more time anywhere near him,
so she counted it a necessary sacrifice and stomped toward the door.
    Jake
grabbed her hand, bringing her to a stop.
    “What
the fuck, babe? Why you making this into a thing? Just sit down and let’s talk
about this. If you’re scared about getting pregnant I’ve told you a thousand
times, I have a whole box of plan B’s, and besides, I’ve been telling you to
get on the pill for ages.”
    Kim
pulled away from his grasp, too upset to be moved by his deep, honeyed voice, giving
him the middle finger as she walked out of the room, banging the door shut
behind her. The hallway was still crowded with students too busy to care about
her little problems, and she marched past them out of the dorm, muttering
curses under her breath.
    Kim
had been going out with Jake for nearly three months, and his behavior had been
getting worse by the day. He was inconsiderate and never listened; the only
thought that could make it to the surface of his clouded mind was sex. At first
she hadn’t minded much, since he was muscular and athletic, and the sex was
great, but as he grew accustomed to her he stopped lasting as

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