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Simon wasnt good with talking to people face to to face, which is why he opted to using sites like MySpace to talk. Recently he had met you on there you had commented on his profile about how you also liked DBSM and he was a cutie, and he fell in-love. Your pictures were so hot to him, even if they were just you in outfits and pictures of your face.
Simon had been staring at a picture of you for what felt like hours, his dick was painfully hard. He had been palming at his erection through his jeans, he wanted you so fucking bad. He yearned for your touch. He wanted you to force him to grind against your combat boots to get off, wanted to hump at your leg like a fucking dog in heat.
He wanted to rape you, he wanted to hear you beg for him to stop, it turned him on so fucking much. He wanted you to sob, he wanted you to be ruined, god he loved you.. "mnh..." He whimpered. "f..fuckk..." he pulled his aching hard erection out of his pants, jerking off to the thought of taking advantage of you. Would you fight him, god he hoped you would. He wanted to see you black painted nails leave marks onto his back as he forcefully pounded into you.
"fuckkkk... my angel..." He was a whimpering trembling mess as he started to move his hand faster, seeking release desperately. He thought of you as a angel, a pure angel sent down from the heavens to service him. He wanted to taint your pure holy body with his filth. He needed you so fucking bad. He finally came, some of his cum landing on his computers screen, right where your face was.
Fuck you were perfect.