This time he held his sticky hand over her face holding it there a few seconds until some of the fluids oozed off of his hand onto her face. It made her nauseous to not only see the fluids, his cum, her wetness and her blood, but she could also smell the fluids and she struggled to not vomit when he once again pushed his hand into her mouth. He loved the look of horror and disgust on her face. He had never seen anything like it. Roger had been physically abusive to not only a couple of his girlfriends before but also to his two ex wives. But this was the first time he raped, well at least if you didn't count drunk or passed out as non-consensual. But he had not come anywhere close to the the violent, degradation, control softcore and sexual assault like he just had with Holly. He once again moved his face by her ear and started trying to degrade her more, "Look and feel those lovely nipples slut they're still puffy and poking hard." As he said this for the first time he didn't pinch them hard instead he used the pad of his fingers one on each side of her nipples and rubbed and gently pulled on them. "They're still fully hard, you loved me hurting you." Roger was spent but this was something he never had the opportunity to try a total head mature fuck. He used a little more energy and moved his face to one of her nipples. But this time rather then pain he wanted to see if he get her to feel guilt. He licked and sucked on the nipple. Even he was a little surprised her nipples, areolas and breasts had responded as much to what he did to her. She was both sore and sensitive. There was enough soreness it still hurt some but his lips sucking much more gentle this time sent sensation deeper into her being. She wasn't alert or experienced enough to resist her body reacting and she pushed her shoulders back and arched her back. She realized it pretty quick and so did he. He swirled his tongue firmly around the nipple held in his lips. He then moved his mouth to her other nipple even though it required him to move farther over her body. It was strange to him, because he enjoyed knocking woman around as much as he loved sex. It was a power trip. But even he thought he was a strange man. He wasn't into beauty or pretty or even necessarily thin. He was into desperate, like Holly's mom Rachel, women who struggled with money, indian self esteem and loneliness. But as he was lying there and his hand brushed over her stomach he noticed her skin was so soft. He took a moment to look at her body her shirt still on but shredded. He could see bruises that he put on her earlier. Your pussy, ass, and mouth belong to my Dick! When I opened my mature eyes again I could see I was covered in my own cum. Was that true? No small feat growing up in softcore these woods. It was good; Charisma's was better. At that moment, he screamed, "Oh! Strange, sensual imagery flashed before his inner indian eye. How could anyone read that?” Oh no... She needs help badly."