He still hadn't spoken. Neither had I. It was like some sort of bizarre dream. I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down, yanking my legs up so ...hat they rested on his shoulders. He fairly rammed his hard cock into my pussy, gripping my thighs with his forearms and pumping fiercely. Then he slowed and began to grind slow and deep inside me. I could feel his jeans chafing against my buttocks. He put a thumb on my clit which made me jerk urgently at him.He pulled out. Dragged me about. At best, by which I mean mildly sober, I shuffle and sway in an approximate time to the beat, but fill me with too much alcohol and the songs play distorted in my brain as I gyrate wildly convinced that I might be Beyonce’s elder sister. To tell the truth, I do remember that night but only up to the point where somebody mentioned tequila, after that my only lasting memory is my inability to crawl out of bed for the majority of the following day. Maybe she got to see the restrained, rhythm. And like any big-dicked guy he seemed to think it enough effort on his part to simply ram in and out balls deep as quickly as possible. Worthy of a porn-star, his dick was bigger than any she'd had before, requiring XL condoms. She wouldn't be surprised if he ruptured the latex one day. Or her. Initially his cock had been a source of wonder and excitement, and the feeling of it stretching her to such incredible limits still made her tingle with excitement, but size alone couldn't satisfy her. Now among the urine and blood were Charlette's tears. Benjamin furiously pumped his cock in and out of Charlette, before blowing another load inside her tight little pussy."Ok, I'm gonna untie you, don't make a sound, or you will die." Benjamin said, pulling a long thin razor blade from his jacket pocket.Benjamin took the gag from Charlettes mouth after he propped her up on her knees, he wipped the tears from Charlette's cheeks with his left hand before putting the razor blade up to her.