he clenches his teeth as he begins to thrust more violently, shutting you up.

'breeding toys don't talk speak' he tells you, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, he enters your line of sight, your eyes meet, yours are pleading and his are resolute, dominant and alluring. He's looking at you as though you are vermin, his bitch, his little fucktoy, he's showing you less mercy than he showed your little sister and that turns you on, it makes you submissive to him, you drool as you helplessly anticipate the next thrust.