brcck85 | Mar 3, 2025
Girl more than a genetic miracle — porcelain skin, sapphire eyes, lips like rose petals. Her hips — curves that launched a thousand simps. She was blonde goddess — legs sculpted by gods, a waist you could snap with your hands. That ass — a fucking monument. She was crying and begging me to let her go but I wanted to demolish it all. I dropped her onto concrete, knees first, the snap so loud it silenced her screams. Then I fisted her hair, slammed her face into the floor until her nose flattened, blood pooling around her perfect lips. Fucked her on the floor, her blue eyes bulging with terror, and came inside her with a roar. Finished by spitting on her face swollen beyond recognition. Left her crawling, face a smashed peach, legs bent like broken branches.

brcck85 | Mar 3, 2025
The girl in the middle — the "ugly duckling" more like a sewer rat — couldn’t contain her glee. "Do a close-up of her new nose!" she squealed, shoving her phone into the blonde’s pulped face. I obliged, grinding my boot deeper into the pulp, savoring the wet crunch of cartilage. "Still wanna be an influencer?" she laughed. Years of envy, of being the ugly friend, boiled into this moment. Then she pressed her heel into the blonde’s eye socket, relishing the pop. "Still think you’re a solid 10?" she spat. The blonde’s breath came in ragged, wet hitches, her remaining eye rolling wildly. I lit a cigarette, savoring the irony and smirked, ash falling onto her matted, blood-soaked hair. Her once-pristine Nordic features now looked like a dropped lasagna. Men used to beg for the blonde’s attention — now they’ll cross streets to avoid her. One-in-a-million beauty? Just a wheezing pile of flesh.