That's not wrong — she moans when he finishes off the T of CUNT, reaches out and pulls his head forward and kisses him.

Harry presses close to her and pulls her hair and bites her lip hard.

Good good good — she's so so hard, her hips press forward against Harry involuntarily — 

He spins her and shoves her onto the ground.

She smiles up at him, loose and soft and a little dazed. 

Harry yanks off his underwear and undoes Raine's pants and suddenly Harry's kissing her and her dick is surrounded by something warm and wet and soft.

That's — ohgodhe'ssogood — no focus — really concerning actually! 

"— condom?" 

Harry rolls his hips.

"Condoms are boring."

— he's on T she's clean it'll be — it will not be — "yeah, but so is — ah —" 

She can't keep her hips still, she's rocking up into him —

"Christine made them put a thing in my arm so I can't have babies."

She nods — "okay then we're fine —" and keeps rocking up, stops trying to keep herself still. 

"Finally," Harry says, and slaps her. "Stop being so boring."

She tilts her head back and moans. 

Harry slaps her a couple more times and watches her face redden. 

This is nice. Maybe afterwards he can shove her face into his pussy and watch her asphyxiate.

This is nice — she pulls him forward and kisses him again, thrusts into him harder. 

She's thinking she gets entirely too much say in things. 

It sounds like it's time for her to be cut with the needle again.

— oh. 

That's, that's good too —

Harry fucks her hard and draws the needle along her body without much regard for how much she's enjoying it.

It's — a little hard to tell the difference between pleasure and pain, at the moment. She clings to Harry's shoulders, his hair, feels the paths the needle leaves behind, feels the soft warm wetness around her — she's getting close —

"If you come now," Harry says, "you'll be a bad girl and I'll have to hurt you."

She nods and squeezes her eyes shut and the muscles in her stomach go tense but she holds herself back —

"Aw, that's too bad," he says, fucking her even harder, "I like hurting you."

She keeps her eyes squeezed tight, keeps tense — 

— Harry's so hot so wet so soft so good —

— Raine's eyes roll back and she goes limp on the ground. 

He rolls off and punches her chest as hard as he can. 

She cries out and then goes limp again, tries to catch her breath.