Raw Amateur: Submissive Teen Gets Rough Hardcore Pounding and a Big Facial

The cheap microphone crackled as Martin adjusted the camera. "Alright, you ready, sweetheart?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. His words were met with a nervous giggle. She was shaking, visibly, but there was a spark of something else too – excitement? Fear? It was hard to tell, but he knew this was going to be good.

He'd found her online, a self-proclaimed submissive eager to 'try porn'. He didn't waste time with niceties. He wanted rough, hardcore action, and she seemed willing. Now, seeing her kneeling on the bed, big tits straining against her thin top, he knew he'd made the right choice.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. "Look at me," he growled. Her eyes, wide and scared, met his. He loved that look. "You're going to be a good little slut for me, understand?" A whimper was her only reply.

He didn't waste time. He ripped off her top, the flimsy material tearing easily. Her nipples were already hard, sensitive to the cool air. He leaned in, sucking on them roughly, ignoring her cries of pain and pleasure. He wanted to push her limit, to see how far she'd go.

He flipped her over, pushing her face into the pillows. "Doggystyle is the only way you deserve it", he says while violently spreading her cheeks to aim his throbbing member right where he wants it. His thick cock slid in roughly. She screamed, a muffled sound against the fabric. He ignored her pain, pounding into her relentlessly, his hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her cries.

He picked up the pace, his movements becoming more violent. She was bucking and squirming beneath him, but he held her firm. He could feel himself getting close, the pressure building. He pulled out, turning her onto her back. He spit on his hand and gripped his member firmly and pounded the air in front of her face.

"Open Wide, Slut", he commanded. Her eyes widened as he blasted a thick load across her face. The white fluid ran down her cheeks, dripping onto her chest. She was gagging, sputtering, trying to wipe it away, but he held her head in place, forcing her to swallow.

He laughed, a harsh, triumphant sound. "Good girl," he said, wiping his hand on her hair before he walked away.

He then walked over to the camera and stopped it. "That's how it's done, Verified Amateurs of the world."