‘I imagine Connor coming home at night, in a bad mood, and takes his anger out on me. He kisses me roughly, and his muscular, large fingers squeezing and grabbing all over my body. He pulls my clothes off as quickly as he can, and his as well. I can imagine him bending me over the counter and fucking me while he moans loudly and pushes his fingers in my mouth to keep me a bit quiet. He pulls out, and then forces himself into my mouth, grabbing my hair and neck. He then cums, moaning loudly.’