/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Elira is stunned for a second, only staring up at you in shock. The moment passes and her eyes are filled with an angry glint, like a cornered reptile. She snarls at you: “I have two eyes! TWO!”

Now’s the time to stop, and yet… the alcohol and exhaustion are getting to your head. You grind your teeth in frustration. In this position your body seems to dwarf Elira’s – her small frame completely engulfed in your shadow. You are in control. The feeling is arousing. Tentatively, you slip one hand under her sweater and start to fondle her gigantic breasts, while the other hand firmly grasps her wrists.

Her face flushes red. She protests again, voice slightly raised: “Stop it, idiot!”

The feeling of completely dominating her is exhilarating yet frightening. You wet your lips, licking them like some sort of wild beast. Now is the time to stop, and yet… Elira’s frightened expression is somehow so arousing. You remove your hand from her sweater and start to unbuckle your pants, still keeping Elira pinned to the ground with the other hand. Elira starts to frantically kick at you:

“Get off me! GET OFF ME!”

In response your heart beats faster and your grip on her arms tightens. You’ve lost all sense of reason. Ignoring her resistance, you pull down Elira’s pants and shimapan. Now she’s crying and screaming full force.

“STOP IT! STOP! I DON’T WANT IT! I DON’T WANT IT!”

Elira gasps as you unceremoniously push yourself into her fragile, feminine body. Despite her obvious and loud opposition, you enter yourself quite easily, no resistance at all it’s the opposite you find yourself invited. At what point she began preparing herself to allow this to happen? Did she know this would happen? Or were you actually lured to this situation? Could it be that she was looking forward to this?

Her face contorts with pain and anger. Between sobs and gasps she begs you to stop.

“Stop it… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I don’t like it when you are angry… please stop… we can do it normally… but please…”