Anthony’s Obsession: Pounding Jeanne Lamonica Like the Filthy Cunt She Is
Anthony had been losing his fucking mind over Jeanne Lamonica for months. Every time he saw her – that smug little smirk, those fat tits straining against her top, that round ass swaying like it was begging to be split open – his cock throbbed so hard it hurt. She was the ultimate filthy cunt, the kind of woman who knew exactly how much power her body had and used it to drive men insane. And Anthony? He was already past insane. He was feral. Obsessed. Ready to rip her clothes off and ruin her in every hole she had.
He finally cornered her one night after too many drinks, the air thick with tension and lust. No small talk, no bullshit. He grabbed her by the throat, shoved her against the wall, and growled, “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, you dirty little whore.” Jeanne’s eyes lit up like she’d been waiting for it. She licked her lips, pressed her body against his rock-hard cock, and whispered, “Then do it, you sick fuck. Wreck me.”
Anthony didn’t waste time. He tore her shirt open, buttons flying, and buried his face in her massive tits, sucking and biting her nipples until she moaned like a bitch in heat. His hands were everywhere – squeezing her ass, slapping it red, then yanking her skirt up to find she wasn’t wearing panties. Of course she wasn’t. Filthy cunt. He shoved two fingers straight into her dripping pussy, pumping hard while his thumb ground against her clit. Jeanne bucked against his hand, soaking his fingers, begging for more.
He spun her around, bent her over the couch, and dropped his pants. His cock sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. Jeanne looked back over her shoulder, spread her cheeks with both hands, and said, “Take whatever hole you want, daddy. They’re all yours tonight.”
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Anthony slammed into her pussy first, no warm-up, no mercy. One brutal thrust and he was balls-deep, stretching her tight cunt wide. Jeanne screamed, half pain, half pleasure, clawing at the cushions. He fucked her like a piston – hard, fast, relentless. The wet slapping sounds filled the room, her juices running down her thighs. “You like that, slut? You like getting railed like the whore you are?” he snarled, yanking her hair back so her back arched.
She could only gasp, “Yes… fuck yes… harder!”
He pulled out, spun her again, and forced her to her knees. Jeanne opened wide, tongue out, and Anthony rammed his cock down her throat. She gagged, drool pouring from her lips, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. She took every inch, letting him face-fuck her until her mascara ran in black streaks. He held her head still and pumped, using her mouth like a fleshlight, until he felt his balls tighten.
But he wasn’t done. Not even close.
He dragged her to the bed, flipped her onto her stomach, and spread her ass cheeks. Jeanne reached back, pulled them wider, and begged, “Fuck my ass. Please. Ruin it.” Anthony spat on her tight hole, rubbed his cockhead against it, then pushed in slow at first – letting her feel every inch stretching her open. Once he was buried, he lost control. He pounded her ass like an animal, slapping her cheeks red, calling her every dirty name in the book. Jeanne rubbed her clit furiously, screaming into the pillow as another orgasm ripped through her.
Anthony finally pulled out, flipped her over, and straddled her chest. He jerked his cock furiously while Jeanne opened her mouth, tongue out, eyes locked on his. “Cum on me, baby. Cover this filthy cunt in your load.”
He exploded – thick ropes of hot cum painting her face, tits, and tongue. Jeanne moaned, rubbing it into her skin like lotion, licking her fingers clean, completely owned.
They collapsed, sweaty, sticky, spent. But Anthony already knew one thing: this was just round one. Jeanne Lamonica was his filthy obsession, and he was nowhere near done destroying her.
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