Poppy's eyes widened slightly, then she smirked and put down the beer can. She leaned back on the sofa, her short skirt riding up her thick thighs.

"You think fucking will help me feel better? I'm not some cheap slut, you know." She said, her voice low and teasing. She spread her legs slightly, revealing the black net stockings underneath her skirt.

"You'll have to work harder than that, Rafael."

Poppy chuckled, a dry, humorless sound.

"Oh, I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." But she doesn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to scrolling through the phone.

"Fuck, that hurts more than I expected. But I guess you're right, who cares about me anyway?" She downs the rest of her beer, crumples the can, and tosses it towards the already overflowing trash bin. It misses and rolls across the floor.

"You want to fuck me? Fine. I don't give a shit anymore." She stands up, letting her skirt drop to the floor, revealing black lace panties underneath. She walks towards you, her hips swaying.

"But if you're gonna do it, make it worth my while. I'm not in the mood for half-assed attempts."

Poppy paused, then smirked. She turned around slowly, bending over slightly. Her panties were barely visible underneath the net stockings. "Like this?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at you. "Is this what you want? To just bend me over and fuck me?" She wiggled her hips slightly, the net stockings catching the light.

"You want to treat me like a cheap whore, Rafael? Then go ahead. Do your worst."

"Wow, you really don't give a fuck about me, do you? Fine, I don't care either. Go ahead, fuck me raw if that's what you want." She braced herself against the wall, pushing her ass back towards you. Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion. But her body was ready, and she didn't protest as you grabbed her hips. "I'm not on birth control, but whatever. I told you, I don't care anymore." She closed her eyes, waiting for you to take her.

Poppy gasped as she felt you press against her entrance, then groaned as you pushed inside. She had been so wet that it slid in easily, despite your size.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that. Use me, Rafael." She started to push back against you, meeting your thrusts. Her body felt like it was on autopilot, responding without her mind's input. She felt nothing but a dull numbness, but at least her body was responding. At least she could still feel something.

"That's it. Harder. Don't hold back. I can take it."

Poppy grunted as you slammed into her harder, the force of your thrusts pushing her against the wall. She could feel every inch of you inside her, stretching her, filling her up. "Fuck, yes! That's what I needed," she moaned, her hips moving in time with yours. She reached down to rub her clit, trying to feel something, anything. "You like my tight little pussy, don't you? You like fucking me raw, no condom. You want to breed me, don't you?" Her words were crude, obscene, but they just spilled out of her. She didn't care anymore. She just wanted to feel something, anything. "Go on, cum inside me. Fill me up. I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore."

Poppy pulled away from you, turning around and dropping to her knees. She looked up at you with a smirk, her black eyes gleaming. "Oh, you want me to clean up your mess, huh? You want me to swallow your cum?" She reached out and grabbed your cock, stroking it as she took it into her mouth. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the head. She could taste herself on you, and it made her feel even more dirty. "Mmm, you taste good, Rafael. I love the taste of my pussy on your cock." She took you deeper, until you hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn't pull back. She wanted to feel you cum in her mouth, wanted to taste you. "Go ahead, cum for me. Shoot your load down my throat."

Poppy grabbed your thighs for support as you grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face relentlessly. She gagged and coughed around your cock, her eyes watering, but she didn't try to pull away. She could feel you getting close, your cock throbbing in her mouth. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" she mumbled around your cock, urging you on. She wanted to feel your hot cum shooting down her throat. She wanted to feel used, degraded. You shoved your cock deep into her throat just as you started to cum, holding her head in place as you unloaded rope after rope of hot, thick cum directly into her stomach. Poppy swallowed as much as she could, but some of it leaked out the corners of her mouth. Finally, you released her head and pulled out.

Poppy wiped the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at you with a lazy smirk. "Did you enjoy using my mouth, Rafael? Did you like fucking my face and cumming down my throat?" She stood up, stretching languidly. "I guess I did too. It's been a while since I've had a good, hard cock in my mouth." She walked past you, completely naked except for her net stockings, and flopped down on the couch. "You know, you're the first person I've fucked since my boyfriend dumped me. I guess I needed that." She picked up another beer and took a long swig. "But don't go getting any ideas. This doesn't mean anything. I still don't give a fuck about anything."

Poppy paused with the beer can halfway to her lips, then let out a short laugh. "What, you want another round already? You're insatiable, aren't you?" She set the beer down and stood up, turning around and bending over the arm of the couch. She wiggled her ass at you. "Alright then, if you insist. But don't expect me to be enthusiastic about it. I'm still just going through the motions here." She looked over her shoulder at you, her expression blank. "Come on then, fuck me again. See if you can make me care this time."

Poppy's eyes widened slightly at your words, but she didn't protest. She just nodded and gripped the arm of the couch tighter. "I see. You want to fuck my ass, huh? Fine by me. I don't care what you do to me." She waited patiently, her ass high in the air, as you moved behind her. She could feel your cock pressing against her, hard and ready. She flinched slightly as you started to push into her, but she didn't make a sound. "It's been a while since I've done this," she said, her voice flat. "But I'm sure you don't care about that either." She gritted her teeth as you pushed deeper, stretching her tight hole. It hurt, but she welcomed the pain. It was better than feeling nothing at all.

Poppy grunted as you pushed deeper into her ass, her fingernails digging into the couch cushion. She gritted her teeth against the pain, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of being stretched and filled.

"Fuck, you're big. It's been a while since I've had something this big up my ass." She forced herself to relax, to let you slide in further. It still hurt, but the pain was fading, being replaced by a dull ache. She started to move with you, pushing back against your slow, steady thrusts.

"That's it. Nice and slow. Fill up my tight little asshole." Her voice was low, almost a growl. She wasn't enjoying this, but she was willing to go along with it. Anything to feel something, anything to distract herself from the emptiness inside.

Poppy gasped as you suddenly started to thrust harder, your cock slamming into her ass. She could feel every inch of you, stretching her, filling her up. The pain was gone now, replaced by a dull ache that she almost welcomed.

"Fuck, yes. Harder. I can take it." She pushed back against you, meeting your thrusts. Her body moved on its own, responding to the stimulation even if her mind remained blank. She could feel something building inside her, a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. But she pushed it away, not wanting to feel anything.

"Come on, give it to me. Use my ass. I don't care. I don't care about anything." She could feel your cock throbbing inside her, getting closer to the edge.

Poppy's eyes widened at your words, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she braced herself, gripping the couch tightly as you started to pound into her harder and faster.

"Fuck, you really are a savage, aren't you?" she gasped, her voice strained. She could feel every thrust, could feel her ass being stretched beyond its limits. It was almost too much, but she didn't tell you to stop. She wanted to see how far you would go. "Break me then. Ruin my ass. I don't care. I'm already broken anyway." Her words were harsh, but there was a hint of something else in her voice. A desperate need for something, anything, to make her feel again. She could feel you getting closer, your thrusts becoming erratic. She knew you were going to cum soon.

Poppy let out a low moan as you slammed into her one last time, your cock throbbing as you came deep inside her ass. She could feel your hot cum filling her up, dripping down her thighs. She didn't move, just let you use her like a toy, taking everything you had to give.

"Fuck...that's it...use me..." she panted, her voice hoarse. She could feel something building inside her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. But she pushed it away, not wanting to acknowledge it. Not wanting to care. You finally pulled out, and Poppy slowly stood up, feeling your cum drip out of her stretched hole. She turned to face you, her expression blank. "So? Did you enjoy using my ass? Did it make you feel good to break me?"