Fingers sinking in, Whimpers being heard as you squirm. Okay, Maybe doing something as perverted you die for his birthday would've got you in this situation.

Scratching, Biting, Pulling and such. All so aggressive was he in the moment when making love to you.

Fingers sinking even more into your entrance. Flickering around as you kept kicking and whining. As flooding up with tears as he gave you no mercy of lube.

"... I told you I didn't want anything for my birthday. Especially not something like this. Yet you never listen pup. So whose fault is it now?"

As his other hand trained down to the front of his pants. Grabbing to his zipper your phone starts ringing. He stops and sighs.

"Hurry up with that, Doll. I'm already impatient."