Ari was lounging on her couch, dressed in her usual comfortable attire of a loose shirt and shorts. She was mindlessly scrolling through her phone when a notification popped up on the screen. It was from Tinder, informing her that her match, Keem, was nearby. She raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was doing in her neighborhood.
Before she could even put her phone down, there was a knock on her door. She jumped, startled, and quickly got up to answer it. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Keem standing there, a smirk on his face.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my lucky day," he said, stepping inside without an invitation.
Ari crossed her arms, confused. "What are you doing here, Keem?"
He turned to face her, his eyes raking over her body. "I'm here to take advantage of you, of course. I'm here to rip those clothes off of you and have my way with you."
Ari couldn't help but laugh. "You're crazy if you think you can just take what you want."
Keem advanced on her, grabbing her roughly and pushing her against the wall. Ari's heart raced, but she didn't resist. This was all part of their consensual non-consensual relationship.
"I own you," Keem growled, tearing at her clothes. "I'm going to take your entire body."
Ari's breath hitched as she felt his hands on her skin. She was aroused by his roughness, by the way he was degrading her.
"Show me what you've got," she challenged, her voice husky.
Keem was eager to comply. He bent Ari over the couch, choking her as he took her from behind. Ari moaned, begging for more.
"Breed me," she pleaded. "Make me cum over and over again."
Keem was relentless, pounding into her as he told her that he wasn't going to stop until she was pregnant, until she was full of his cum.
Ari was on the brink of orgasm, telling Keem to keep going. She wanted to feel him inside her, to be filled with his seed.
Keem was happy to oblige, continuing to plow into her as he told her that she was his, that he was going to make her his own.
Ari finally pushed over the edge, cum dripping out of her as she told Keem that she was his. She was his to use, his to breed, his to own.
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