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I went on for an eternity. I had continued to fuck Shiarey Hilton hard and fast while she had brought her hands back down to try and support herself as I yanked her back by her hair to meet each of my sharp thrusts. Eventually, she had grown tired. Tired from trying to hold herself up far enough to lessen the pain on her scalp, and tired from fighting me in general. When both of my large hands went to her hips, Clara let herself fall forward, her chest pressed to the sheet as I lifted her by her hips into a better position for myself. My pleasured groan, as I was able to push deeper into her now, sent a shiver of disgust through Clara and she let out a sob.
"Please." Clara cried when I grabbed both of her arms and pulled them around behind her, pinning them both to the mattress as I continued to fuck her, rough and relentless as I forced her down again. Clara just went still, hoping I would get bored or tired and stop. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to block it out, trying to breathe around her sobs. She had no idea what she was going to tell everyone when she returned to Target that morning and snap selfies of herself in the bathroom like the vapid shit-devouring cunt she was.
When I stilled, Clara opened her eyes when she felt my hand grip her hips. She thought for a moment that it was over, but then I'd flipped her onto her back, my hands forcing her thighs apart again as I pushed myself between them once more and, with a shriek, Shiarak scratched at my face, kicking and trying to roll away or crawl, or do anything she could to get free.
