Muscular God Destroys Tiny Goth Female then Puts his Seed in her

Charlotte Sartre’s 105-pound frame looks like it might snap. Lance Hart dwarfs her, and at first he toys with her, letting her think she owns the mat, letting her pin him once, twice, even smile at the crowd. Then the smile cracks. His grip turns mean. He slams her flat, mouth crashing onto hers, thick fingers around her throat, cock shoved straight into her goth cunt while she gasps under him. Three brutal rounds later he’s on top, voice low and filthy. He spells it out: he’ll choke her, fuck her raw, and breed her. She drops to her knees, tongue dragging over his soles, sucking each thick toe while her tiny body trembles. He drags her upright, bends her, fucks her so hard her eyes flip white, then plants her on her back and drives in again. No escape. He empties every hot pulse inside, flooding her, owning her cunt and the life he’s just put there. When he’s finished he scoops her limp body off the mat and carries her away—his prize, his seed still leaking down her thigh.