Few days ago I gave out my number to two guys during my walks. One of them reached out and we met and did the deed. The first time was really good as the guy was funny and sweet and caring. We went back to his place and made love.

I went back to him after 2 days and he completely changed himself and was very aggressive and rough to me. He fucked me really rough and hard to the point I was crying because of every thrust he put in me. It felt like my inner walls would rip apart and his cock would end me and my tiny body. That session made me so fucking sore. I had made up my mind to never go back to him again.

Fast forward to 25th. I was so lonely as my mom was away for a work trip and I had to spend my time all by myself. I was so fucking lonely and sad and down at the this time of the year. I really didn't wanna spend time alone on the day of Christmas to I went back to that man again.

And what do I find? He fucking me like a toy and again using my hole and keeps drilling it in. He doesn't care that I'm a tiny little girl and he's so tall and big. I found myself tied up again, slapped brutally, fucked to my core and to the point of me passing out.

He had made me cum once and it was so intense that one was enough to drain all my energy. Maybe because I was already so sad and depressed. He then kept using me and filling my pussy for a few more rounds. I was just laying on the bed half dead exhausted like a fuck toy and him having his way with me like he owns me and no matter what he does I'll still go back to him.

On 26th very early morning I had to go back to my home. I didn't even take a shower and had forgotten my purse at home to pay for a cab. I had to walk back home with my pussy destroyed multiple times and sore again for being pounded for God knows how many rounds.