Send This Cow Girl to the Maldives
He pressed himself snug against my back like it was the most natural thing in the world and seized both of my breasts in rough hands.
"Hnnngh! Ea—easy, you bastard!"
The cow-print swimsuit strained under a pressure that felt ready to burst. When I squirmed, he roared straight into my ear.
"Shut the fuck up!! Who does this bitch think she is, ordering her god-tier husband around like that—do this, do that?!"
Squeeeeze—!
"Hhk!"
Another crushing grip on my tits wrung a stifled moan out of me.
"Heheheh. A girl who squirted just from getting her ass eaten thinks she can kill me? Brothers!! This is a match!!"
He clamped my legs tight together and shoved that weapon of his into the gap—between my thighs and my pussy.
"Hnnngh…."
Slip. Squish.
My hole was already sopping, so his hot, rock-hard meat slid right into the cleft like it belonged there.
"If we put it all the way in, this bitch has the disadvantage! So handicap match it is! We grind like this and see who blows first! Brothers! Give us some power!!"
"Y-yo-you crazy son of a—!"
Ding-ding! Clatter-clatter!
Ding-ding! Ding-ding!
Just as he baited them, high-value donations in the millions poured in like a waterfall.
Haa… fuck. I'm gonna lose it.
The thought of those hundreds stacking into thousands, and those thousands stacking into hundreds of millions, sent another electric jolt of pure pleasure lancing up from deep in my cunt.
Squish. Slip. Squelch! Thud! Thud!
"Hnnnnngh…."
Every time he drove his hips forward and split my thighs, the hot friction of skin on skin made my legs shake like aspen leaves.
Squeeeeze—!
"Hhk!"
He crushed my breasts and bellowed.
"Hey, you fucking bitch! You're already shaking like that—what the hell? Aren't you embarrassed in front of the brothers who paid to watch?! Huh?! Is money a joke to you, you slut?!"
"N-no… hnn!"
"What?! Huh?! You crazy bitch!"
Sliiiip, squish! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Hhk!"
Crash!
The force of his hips slamming into me made even the desk I was barely clinging to rattle and clatter.
"Hhh… shit, hey! Wait, time-out! Time-out!"
The panic that I was about to come without even being penetrated made me shout in desperation, but mercy was not in this bastard's vocabulary.
"Where the hell do you get a time-out, bitch?!"
Far from stopping, he ramped his hips up even harder.
Only the paper-thin fabric of the cow-print swimsuit sat between us. Through that single layer, his massive glans pressed hard against the mouth of my soaked hole, then slid forward and out again.
It was more maddening, more desperately teasing, than being fucked for real—and my body was careening toward climax with nothing I could do to stop it.
Then he screamed so loud my ears rang.
"Hey, you fucking femi-bitches! You see this girl's face?!"
He shoved my pleasure-twisted face straight into the camera and roared.
"Stop hammering keyboards in your rooms and learn a woman's real job from this stream! You got that?!!"
"You crazy bastard…! Haaauuuungh!"
The chat that had briefly stalled at his insane provocation went up like someone had dumped gasoline on it.
In that chaos, the last thread of my reason snapped too.
"Haaa… haaa…! I'm—I'm comingggg!"
Spurt—!
I snapped my hips and blew every drop of the squirt I'd been holding back.
The screen filled with the raw sight of clear fluid gushing out through the thin gaps of the swimsuit that barely covered my pussy.
The spray soaked his massive cock as it kept pumping between my thighs, leaving it glossy and dripping as it fell in fat drops.
"Hhh, hhh, hhh…."
"Heh. Do you concede defeat?"
While I trembled, drowned in pleasure, his wicked voice slid into my ear.
I bit my lip and lifted my chin.
"De—defeat my ass…! I just have a sensitive clit, that's all! Shut up and fuck me! I'll snap that dick of yours in half—so put it in right now!"
Out of pure spite I bent my waist deep and thrust my ass up toward the ceiling.
"Damn… this bitch is fucking fire."
Ha-young came in with her phone, feeding Camera 2.
The whole frame was a close-up of my red hole, twitching and gaping, desperately begging for a man—so filthy even I almost cursed out loud looking at it.
Squish. Push.
"Hnnngh!"
He only nudged the fat head of his cock in a little, and the pleasure hit so hard my hair stood on end.
Gripping my ass tight, he bellowed at the camera again.
"Heheheh! Hey, femi-bitches! Your master is about to die! Throw some power her way! Huh?!"
His taunt was the starting gun. The chat turned into a war zone all over again.
Feminist hysterics and viewer mockery tangled together—and then the decisive financial therapy began.
lmao feminist unnies~ you mad as hell, right? Watching a girl about to sit on a money throne making your guts flip?
Stompers, if you're salty just start your own stream! Ah… you couldn't, with that face… my bad, slip of the tongue… sorry.
lmao watching feminist bitches seethe and squeal is fucking hilarious
High-value donations crashed in, with curse-soaked hate comments wedged between them.
Normally my mental would have cracked. Not tonight.
"Heheheh. What? Prostitute? Dumped when I'm old and sick?"
I snorted and glared into the camera.
"Listen up, you pig bitches! Today I graduate from this shitty life… While you're outside screaming for public housing, I'll be sipping cocktails in a warm Maldives pool villa… you pathetic fucking bitches! Puhahaha!"
Their thrashing was so pathetic it was funny.
"Loving it while a man fucks me…? RealCockHannam… your life is actually pathetic… You don't know this taste? Right now, while you bitches hammer keyboards in your rooms, girls like us are getting spoiled rotten and fucked raw because of people like you! Give us more women's quotas!!"
"Puhahahaha!"
At my unfiltered provocation and review, a big hearty laugh exploded from the pervert behind me too.
His laughter and my fact-assault detonated the chat with viewers losing their minds.
When the audience hit fever pitch, Tae-joo wrapped an arm around my waist and shouted at the camera.
"Brothers! Today we send this dairy cow to the Maldives!!!"
The second his lead dropped, a tidal wave of massive donations flooded the screen.
That line was so refreshing lmao Go have a mojito. Place those stompers will never reach in their whole lives.
Hey, stop running your mouth and quit playing with the pig bitches. Boring. Main game time.
Facts. Time for body language, no? I wanna see her lower mouth open, not the upper one.
Shut up and fuck! Time to milk that cow!
"Yes! Brothers! The one and only savior of the feminists, Dae-mul-nam Pervert Tae-joo, coming through!!"
He locked onto my hips like he meant to crush them and bellowed. That murderous energy made me clench my lower belly and go rigid with tension.
Schliiick—! Slap!
"Hnnngh!"
Crash!
The tension meant nothing.
That stupid, brutal girth scraped my inner walls and drove in like it would punch straight through my guts. My legs gave out, and even the hands bracing on the desk slipped.
"Hhk, hey! It's too big… go slow…."
Schliiick, slap! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Hhk! Hahk! Hey! Hey!"
"Shut up! You fucking bitch, pull that swimsuit down! Let me see those tits bounce!"
"Hhk… hnn… haang!"
His order hit my ears, but I couldn't so much as twitch a finger.
Just standing there and surviving the insane pleasure of that thing packing my cunt full and slamming without mercy was already more than I could handle.