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5 | Night of Losing Virginity [M]

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When human beings see beautiful things, they'll subconsciously want to please them. Therefore, beautiful people always receive preferential treatment from the world.

Now, in front of Mr. 11 lies a person who has always been treated favorably. Every inch of his honey-colored skin exudes sexual charm, and he has a body that's most favored by photographers of female pornographic magazines. He should kneel down in front of him, lick and kiss his muscle lines inch by inch, and suck the nipples on his plump chest, hoping to see his satisfied expression.

But Mr. 11 has no interest in pleasing anyone. He turned Tazito roughly, pulling his legs over like a garbage bag, dragging his lower body out of the bed, and dropping his knees to the ground. Tazito knelt down helplessly, but Mr. 11 still grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head.

"I think I made it clear," his voice also had a metallic quality, reminiscent of cold strings. "I let you go because I wanted to fuck you." He said.

Tazito could only stare ahead, his eyes full of unwillingness. If this man hadn't been a number, he would've already died twice in his hands. It's not that he's never lost, but it had never been so thorough or so pathetically- just because his opponent is a high-tech product.

Damn...

Mr. 11 asked the medical robot for condoms and lubricant. The little robot asked on its screen if he needed a numbing lubricant- pain relief comes at the expense of pleasure. Mr. 11 thought about it for a second and chose pain relief. He put on the condom meticulously, lifted up the hem of Tazito's pajamas, revealing those two long legs, and...

Mr. 11 looked down, with imperceptible interest in his eyes.

If there was an audience, they would've whistled at this ass. It was unknown when it started but men in the upper class began favouring strong and round buttocks, thinking that wearing trousers would make them look more stylish. Tazito, who was particular about appearance, didn't fall behind at all. His skin was evenly tanned, reflecting a healthy luster, and his buttocks were as plump as a ripe fruit.

Mr. 11 squeezed his sexual organ between the buttocks, movements calm and controlled, with no passion and no unnecessary touching. Treating rape a matter as mundane as eating. His thing was so big that even a battle-hardened woman would tremble with fear and worry of it. Not only is it huge, it's also as cold and hard as Mr. 11 himself. From its size to its upright posture, it's full of aggressiveness that makes one shy away. If Tazito could see it, he'd cuss him from hair to heel.

Tazito felt his back hole being pressed by what was undoubtedly a man's penis. He still couldn't accept that this is really going to happen. Not only will he beat him, but he'll also enter him. He felt goosebumps forming all over his back, a feeling of nausea came over. He closed his eyes in disgust, his body slumped, unable to even flinch.

Under the aid of lubricant, the entry process wasn't difficult. Because the violent party completely ignored the reciever. As he pushed deeper and deeper, he observed the faint tenseness in the muscles in the immobile body. Mr. 11's eyes were indifferent. Tazito's hands were helplessly trying to grab something, and he shrank slightly.

"You don't have to hold back," Mr. 11 pulled out a little, then inserted it deeply, and began to push him up and down. "We both know that this is painful."

That thing's really too big. Tazito can make it out, but it's monstrous. The feeling of powerlessness made the process of intrusion especially disgusting. He could feel the thing sliding in his gut, going deep again and again, stretching him open. The man's body hit him, even hitting the pet lock on his labia, stimulating it. This is hard, forceful, and pure aggression.