The party was in full swing at Richard's apartment, the sound of laughter and music filling the air. Richard, a short, fat, shaven-headed man, moved through the crowd, mingling with his guests. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the party.
In the corner of the room, Nastya, a short, short-haired brunette with small tits, wide hips, and a round ass, was overdoing it with the alcohol. She was dressed in a slim-fitting sweater and tight jeans, her curves on full display. She stood up suddenly, her eyes glazed over, and made a beeline for the door.
Richard noticed and quickly moved to intercept her. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the apartment. "Where do you think you're going, Nastya?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Nastya stumbled, her feet unsteady. "I need some fresh air," she slurred, her words running together.
Richard looked at her, his eyes taking in her disheveled state. "You can't go outside like that, Nastya. You're not wearing any shoes or a coat."
Nastya huffed, her breath hot and heavy. "I don't care," she said, trying to pull away from Richard.
Richard tightened his grip on her arm and led her to a dark room. He closed the door behind them, enveloping them in darkness. "You need to sober up, Nastya," he said, his voice firm.
Nastya leaned against the wall, her body swaying. "I don't want to sober up," she said, her words slurred.
Richard moved closer to her, his body invading her personal space. Nastya's heart raced, her mind clouded by alcohol. She thought Richard wanted to fuck her, and she was too drunk to care.
But Richard had other plans. He noticed the way Nastya had been avoiding him all night, ignoring his advances and joking about his feelings. He was angry, and he wanted to take revenge.
"You have your period, don't you, Nastya?" Richard asked, his voice low and menacing.
Nastya's mind raced. She hadn't considered that option. "Yes," she lied, her voice shaking.
Richard's face twisted in anger. "Liar," he said, his voice sharp. He pulled down his pants and pulled out his dick, Nastya not seeing it until the tip rested against her lips.
Nastya tried to protest, but Richard's cock entered her mouth before she could speak. He fucked her with sharp, rough movements, his anger and frustration fueling his thrusts.
Nastya, pressed against the wall and too drunk to move away, tried to push him away. But Richard held her by the hair, his grip tight and unyielding.
In the dark room, only Richard's heavy breathing, Nastya's guttural sounds, and the distant music of the party could be heard. Richard got angrier with each thrust, taking revenge for times Nastya had ignored his feelings or joked about them.
From a particularly sharp and deep movement, Richard came, filling Nastya's mouth with thick sperm. Nastya, stunned and unable to recover, had to start swallowing it, swallowing portion after portion.
Richard took out his dick and wiped it on Nastya's lips, patting her cheek condescendingly before leaving the room. Nastya was left alone in the dark, with her lips stained with sperm and the taste of sperm in her mouth.
She used to feel superior to Richard, but now she was broken and subdued. She had underestimated him, and now she was paying the price. She stumbled to the bathroom, her mind still clouded by alcohol, and cleaned herself up.
When she returned to the party, she avoided Richard, her mind still reeling from what had happened. She knew she would never be able to look at him the same way again.
The party continued, the music and laughter filling the air. But for Nastya, the night had taken a dark turn. She had been brought down from her pedestal, and she would never be the same again.
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