Welcome to Hell.

I find myself securely deposited in his lap, he pushes up against me, I want to tease and smile, to beguile and walk away with him in frustration. That is my usual M.O. but, I can't. He grinds against me, and I grind back. His words tease and slip over my skin leaving little goosebumps in their wake. I have, for him, no real answer, just a soft giggle.

I'm already a creature of want and action. My fingers quickly free the rest of his chest and I waste little time in lowering my head and leaving a trail of tiny kisses along his neck. I can feel his heartbeat under my pursed lips, though my tongue dips out to taste his salty skin.

Those errant, uncontrollable hands of mine have already slid down his sides, pulling him closer against me. I'm not sure if he's still talking, but I think my actions speak louder than any words.

If I'm trapped, then I am trapped.
 
Enough with the verbal sparring, it seems. That was brief enough. He doesn't plan to be very brief with her otherwise, as he feels her hips grind down against him. His cock stirs in his pants as she presses into it, her soft body making sure it's wide awake, and well aware that her entrance is pressed firmly against him, protected, barely, by thin layers of fabric. A poor guard against his overtures, to be certain.

She manages to trap his arms, briefly, as she bares his chest and pushes down his shirt, the sleeves pulling his elbows back behind his back. He can't help but smirk as he glances down at her kissing against his chest.
No, I don't think you really want to start THAT game. His eyes twist wickedly as he looks at her, picturing what he plans for her. No, she won't escape this situation very easily, nor unscathed. For the moment, he allows her lips to continue grazing against his chest, and her fingers to remain free as the tease against his waist, even as he slides free of his shirt and drops it to the floor.

A quick, gentle motion, and his hands have found her feet, and slipped her heels off. The sound of them dropping to the hard stone floor is subtle, but somehow exciting also, nearly as exciting as her mouth against his skin. Her hips are still pressing downward onto his. He'll let her remain on top of him a moment longer. He'll let her relish that feeling, until it's stolen away from her. One hand curls into her hair, tightening down, caressing her scalp even as it tugs slightly. His other has cupped the gentle curve of her butt, fingers clamping on the supple flesh and enjoying the soft silk of her dress beneath his touch.
 
Feeling him harden beneath me, I know that he's thinking about the layers of fabric that separate him from claiming me, layers of fabric that tonight aren't there. Although, my dress is long black silk, it exists only to contrast my soft pale skin and my fiery red curls. Once he discovers my little transgression, I'm sure he will, sit up and take notice.

My lips continue their trail down his neck and over his shoulder. When those strong hands curl into my hair, I raise my head, finally meeting his eyes.

"I wondered how long you might last."

My lips are the barest breath away from his, and I can feel his breaths, smell the alcohol on with each exhale. His other hand squeezes my ass, and I know in a moment, I'll be done for. I cannot help the tease. When his lips come forward, I back away and grin down at him, before once more leaning forward, and tilting my head. The tiniest whisper comes from those parted red lips of mine...

"Don't make me wait...Sir."
 
He was tasting her breath, his eyes darkly locked onto hers, as she leaned into him. But she pulled away before he could claim those sweet red lips, instead she backs away, before tilting her head and turning it back into him.

"Don't make me wait...Sir."

He laughed, very softly, as his hips ground up against her once again, letting her feel the long length of his cock rolling beneath her hips. His hand on the back of her head twisted her into his face, and his lips leaned forward, teeth slightly biting into her bottom lip as he pulls her into a hot kiss. He tastes her breath, her sweet perfumey scent as his tongue forces into between her teeth, running against hers. He holds her head into his kiss, not letting her pull back this time, taking control for himself. His kiss is passionate, hungry, but above all, dominating. He's seized control of the moment, and is about to surrender it. Finally, he breaks the kiss, feeling his lips wet with her saliva glistening on them.

"You'll wait if I make you wait, fucking brat." He grinned wickedly at that point and then grabbed at her arms, twisting slightly and pushing down so that he pushed her down into the soft couch, her pale legs being thrown upward by the sudden motion, pale skin seeming to shine in the dark red lighting. He pins her wrists back as he falls on top of her, pinning her down. He lets her feel the weight of him, the size of him looming over her for a moment, glaring down at her, before he stands up and jerks her up with him.

Now let's if I can find something here for you that's appropriately wicked.
 
Finally, his lips claim mine and I can only cling to him. It's true that I detest those weak willed women, who exist only to melt in some man's arms. But sometimes, that's the only role I can play. For now, I hold on, barely breathing and yet completely breathless all at once. My head and hair caught in his hands, my lips crushed and yet, our tongues dance for but a moment. In this moment, I am hushed, silenced, and commanded to give over to him. Maybe, just maybe this time I might listen.

Before I'm coherent enough to think, my legs are in the air, with the breath pushed from my lungs at his weight. Another smile teases him. Just as quickly we are up, while he jerks at my wrist.

Now let's if I can find something here for you that's appropriately wicked.

Twisting slightly from his grasp, I only just manage to dance away from his reach.

"Wicked you say? My good sir, I am nothing if not the paragon of womanly virtues. You need only ask and I shall obey."

On this I do manage to stifle the giggles, giving him a very innocent grin as I look up at him through my eyelashes.
 
She twisted, dancing away for a moment willfully, before turning back to bat her eyelashes at him. He shook his head as he studied her. She was smaller than him, but not tiny-slender but not frail. She was visionary, a delight for his eyes, and even though he was preparing to indulge in a slew of just nasty impulses on her, he still felt a moment of tenderness. He smiled sweetly as he kissed her cute nose.

"Wicked you say? My good sir, I am nothing if not the paragon of womanly virtues. You need only ask and I shall obey."

He shook his head. Oh, really? Yes, and I do plan on getting an upclose look at your womanly virtues, darlin'. He let just a hint of his drawl creep into his tone, for all that he was playing the role of composed and sophisticated. He reached out to run a hand through her hair, caressing her scalp, trailing down against her neck and shoulder. Then he smiled, tilting his head curiously.

But if you would tell you're going to obey, then perhaps a test. Drop to your knees, then, and place your hands behind your back, submitting to being tied. That seems a fair gesture of your obedience.

He growled at her, even as he spoke, with his hand coming to her chest, cupping her breast through her dress. He felt the hard nipple poking out through the fabric into his palm, and he stroked as he studied her, waiting.
 
He seemed almost surprised for a moment; the soft kiss upon my nose was tender. Then, the edge returned to his voice and his eyes, informing me that I was again about to be challenged.

But if you would tell you're going to obey, then perhaps a test. Drop to your knees, then, and place your hands behind your back, submitting to being tied. That seems a fair gesture of your obedience.

Dammit.

Dammit, Dammit

Either, I obey or fight. One way or another I will end up on my knees and bound. His hand is casually teasing my taut nipple but there is a level of readiness, he is ready to watch me attempt to dance out of this one. Dance, I would but pay for it dearly.

I kneel.

My dress rides up around my thighs, and I spread my knees slightly. Dropping my head, settling my hands behind my back. Letting loose a soft sigh, I refuse to look up.


"As you wish."
 
Again, she surprised him, if only slightly. She knew she was trapped, he could see the calculations behind her eyes. She was resigned, and it showed as she dropped down to her knees, dutifully. The logical move, but in the past she had made him chase her before, made him work for it, even though she desired the things he would do to her.

She was still lovely, kneeling before him. He reached down to stroke her hair again. Obedience wouldn't get her out of this plight, but it would make things easier. Not that she wanted it soft. But what kind of rewards can she get out of this compliance? Choices. A few of them, anyway. Give her options instead of just doing things to her. Like a well behaved woman.

She seemed surprised when one of the resident demons appeared behind her to bind her hands. She wasn't going to get any privacy here, no. He wasn't goign to respect that desire, even if she wanted it. They were not as tender, the hands tying her up, as his own would have been, but that was just as well. She'd wandered in here, and she would learn that wandering out was not as easy. Another of them helped the first to scoop her up, handling her roughly as they carried her off to her fate, dangling between them.

And so it was that one of these two demons was the first to notice that she was bare beneath the dress. It was signaled over to him with a gesture, and was followed by that same demon smacking her ass, and then taking advantage to cup her sex. Her red curls were appropriate for the lighting, everyone could appreciate. The strange hand explored through them a bit, brushing right up against her lips testingly to feel the moisture gathering there, but fortunately, would take no further liberties.

The next room was their destination, and a suspension rig their goal. A hand dragged down the front of her dress, baring her breast to the warm air, and her skirts hiked up all the way past her waist and then pinned in place. Ankles were bent backward behind her back, until they were secured with her hands. Straps around her front, surrounding her pale breasts, as she was hoisted in the air, hogtied, with knees attached to a bar to keep them spread.
 
I felt the demon behind me, I had forgotten about them for the moment. They bound my hands roughly, quickly and their hands singed mine. I hated to note that the rumors about hot demons were rather spot on. I wasn't worried however, they were under Noon's purvey and would listen to him. I was carried haphazardly toward another chamber.

The fact that I wasn't fully dressed did not escape the notice of the demons hauling my body. One of them playfully cupped my sex, noting it's already apparent wetness, I blushed a deep crimson. Which escaped the notice of the demon.

My dress was moved out of the way and I very hurriedly found myself bare, spread, bound and strung up with very little recourse for movement. Of course, I loved it. Testing my bonds I found them strong and tight. I was secure and going no where. Smiling up at him, the giggles fell unbidden from my lips.


"You like your girls strung up and ready don't you?"

Wiggling slightly the rig swung around, giving him a view of my sex, spread open, just waiting, and very much already ready. I looked around at the room noting the glowing demon eyes and the mirrors. I knew we had an audience.

"Better make it worth it, sir."
 
He couldn't help but wet his lips as he looked at her. So beautiful, so sexy. And right now, so much his, despite the eyes that were gazing on hungrily. The urge was to gobble her up like a tiny morsel, but she was really a dish to be tasted and savored. And teased, of course. It was inevitable, after her earlier request that he not make her wait. She would definitely have to wait for a bit.

Oh, I'm sure I'd have been able to make this good regardless of the audience. It's been too long since I've fucked your sweet pussy. He smiled as it swung around into view, spread for him, with just a few curly red hairs showing in the dimmed lighting.

He stepped closer, and reached down underneath her, grabbing at her breasts. Fingers closed around a nipple. Hard, eager bud of nipples. He grinned as he knelt underneath her, unable to resist. Breasts such as these required due attention. He leaned in to get his tongue wrapped around of the hard buds, then suckled on it, nibbling. One hand was grabbing at the other mound, rolling it around roughly in his grip as it dangled, gravity exerting itself. Pinching, tugging. Sucking. So sweet. Then he gave it a quick slap, a hard sound echoing into the room.

His mouth then pulled away from her other tit, and it was given a matching red imprint of his hand as he slapped it. He looked up at her face, grinning as he tilted her head down to him.
Clamps or no clamps, my dear? Her first choice-her dim little reward for obedience. Some small influence over her fate
 
Oh, I'm sure I'd have been able to make this good regardless of the audience. It's been too long since I've fucked your sweet pussy.

Isn't that the truth? I do manage to hide the smirk from his view, though I hear some grunts from beyond. Fucking demons.

Suddenly distracted by his cool hands on my skin, the nearness of his body, my eyes fell closed at his touch. I cannot arch anymore into his touch and though I try to stifle any noises, being bound and touched already has sent me flying. It all feels so good that my soft moans fall to the marble floor without hinderance.


My very hard nipples ache with every little touch, and I want more. The slap to my breast reverberates around the room and though I whimper, I'm already arching further into his hand. Another slap, and it is so damn delicious.

Clamps or no clamps, my dear?

It takes me a moment to realize that he's spoken. Another moment to fully realize his words. But it is not the clamps I want. I do not care if they hang from my tits, eliciting my tortured breaths. I want merely to close my eyes and take every ounce of pain and pleasure that he deems fit to give me. This submission of mine does not come often. However, I will have to negotiate this with him.

"I care not Sir, may I please be blindfolded, then my body is yours to use. I'll comply fully." A sweet grin as I look down at him, "For once."
 
His hand was in her hair, tugging on it lightly as he looked into her eyes. It took a second to focus, it seemed, before she responded. There was something slightly coy about it, but in a different way than he was really used to from her. Perhaps it was just something relating to her long absence. This was slightly different, from them.

"I care not Sir, may I please be blindfolded, then my body is yours to use. I'll comply fully."

He studied her for a moment, wanting to growl slightly as she refused to answer a yes or no question directly. Still, she was submitting, fully, with only one small request. And being obdient earned her some rewards. After a quick nod, he grinned wickedly. First, he reached down to her breast, grabbing her nipple to twist it painfully before letting go, and then he stood. A blindfold lifted from the corner, and he was back at her side, fastening it around her eyes. He smoothed her hair out around the strap and then tightened it down.

Can you see? He waited on her to respond negatively before he straightened up. He gave her a gentle spin in her suspension, disorienting her as she turned, unable to see. There was a slight jeer from the small crowd, and then a bit of a cheer before the whoosh of a belt clapping against her thigh. It left a slight red mark, which faded, but then the belt whipped up underneath her, slapping against her breasts. The bunched up material of the dress she was still wearing was no protection. Another slap as he struck her ass, still spinning, and then she stopped.

He gave her little warning as he grabbed her head again, tilted it back, and pressed the head of his cock to her lips.


There you go, my little princess. Suck on Sir's cock like a good little girl. He was smiling ear to ear as he pressed insistently up against her mouth.
 
It seemed he regarded me for a moment, wondering perhaps if he should allow me this moment. In a slight huff he went to move but not before cruelly twisting a nipple, to which I let loose a shriek and attempt to shake in my bonds. Mercifully, he lets it go and walks away, returning with a blindfold, which is placed over my eyes. I assent that I cannot see and when he spins me once more, I'm off. Flying, subspace, feeling nothing but wonderful.

From a far off place comes a jeer, but I am barely aware of it. I feel like I'm floating and I have no idea where he is until the sting of leather against my skin. I don't scream or I do and I don't notice. I just whimper as the pain melts into pleasure. Another, and I know I'm soaking. I want and love the pain so much.


Something is pressed against my lips.

There you go, my little princess. Suck on Sir's cock like a good little girl.

It doesn't take much, just those little words and he's down my throat and I forget to breathe, forget anything but giving him pleasure, I'm moaning around his cock, saliva running down my chin while my tongue and lips caress and pull at the cock in my mouth. It feels so good.
 
Her lips offered only minimal resistance before they parted for him, and then she seemed to dive into the moment enthusiastically. He heard the sound of her moan, and the wet sounds of her tongue and lips dragging against his cock. He moved back and forth for her, since it was nearly impossible for her to move he head sufficiently in these restraints, and let her enjoy her serving of cock. She's very, very good, and there's never even a real suggestion of teeth pressing against his skin.

Noon realizes that it's not really Aus in there, not right now. At least, not all of her.Some truly submissive streak has pushed forward, taking over, and she's just eating the sensations. She just seemed consumed with sucking on this cock, on being overwhelmed by the moment. She sucked, she licked, and she occasionally gasped for just a little bit of air. He could tell she was loving it because she was drooling from both ends.

His belt was still in hand. It cracked down across her ass, at intervals. Four times, five? He wasn't keeping track. Mixing pain, pleasure, and dominance on her. That's the tone for the evening.


Good little girl. Nasty little slut. His hand twisted in her hair. Finally he pulled his cock out of her mouth, without letting suck him off, and spun her again. This time she stopped at 180 degrees, facing opposite him, her vulnerable pussy bared in his direction. His hands dragged up her delicate thighs, past the small bruises he left, some of the red marks already receding.

Tell Sir what a good little girl you are.

His hand rested on her wet weeping hole, a finger dragging across her entrance before giving her clit a teasing stroke.
 
*Som grins, slipping past Cerberus silently, moving along the huge cave's rough, tiered jagged sidethe gate that grants access to this portal into Hell. He drops down lithely, landing lightly out of sight, slowly moving about the place, breathing the scents, emotions in. He muses quietly* Hm... I could like this place. I wonder if it's exclusive. Think I'll blend in.
 
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I don't know where this submissive streak has come from. Sometimes I just need it, and am eager to just be owned. The moment shall pass and the wickedness return, but for now... I will eagerly suck his cock, beg for it, and take it. The belt cracked against my ass and it only made me suck harder, the room filling with the slurping from my lips.

Good little girl. Nasty little slut.

At any other point I would have been ashamed, but not right now. Brazenly, I lick, slurp and attempt to swallow. I'm so into my little task that I whimper in surprise and annoyance when he pulls away from my lips.

Tell Sir what a good little girl you are.

Had I been unbound, I would have pushed against him, shown him how wet and ready I was. But alas.

"Please Sir, please let me have you inside of me, I've been so good. Please...

As hard as I try I cannot keep the plaintive whine out of my voice. I can't stop the begging words as they drip like the spit from my tongue. Another whisper when his finger teases me. Tortures me.

"Please..."
 
She's delectable. Her little moans, whimpers, even her whiny pleading, these are pure music for him. He thought back to the beginning of this, it had been a while ago-she had told him he was distracting her. Hah. Definitely, definitely far beyond that point now. She was squirming as much as she could contort her poor body as his finger dragged against her. A teasing stroke on her clit, and then a pair of fingers pressing inside of her.

It was beyond teasing, really. He knew her body, remembered he sensitivities, knew how to please her. He felt confident he could get her off with his hands. But it wasn't what she really needed, what she really wanted, what she was begging. His two fingers pumped her for a few seconds and then slid out, slick with her juices. Those same two wet fingers dragged up, until they pushed against the rosebud of her anus. Her current position made it impossible for her to relax that muscle, with ankles bent back behin dher, but he gave a rough little shove at her hole all the same. It was as much his at this point as the rest of her.

A quick moment, to get a reaction from her, and then those fingers teased her clit again. Sliding around it, it against, underneath it. Keeping her on the edge. "Don't make me wait," she'd said. Waiting was her world, now.

Finally his fingers stopped teasing her. Hands graped her hips. He slid forward, and the head of his cock perched against her entrance. Her juices were slick, she was spread wide open for him, willing, ready. Eager. She was still making sounds, he though. But he was taking his time. He wiggled forward. An inch, perhaps, The tip of his head sliding in. Just a little move. Hands pulling her back, dragging her down on him-slowly, torturously impaling her on his throbbing cock.
 
"Please..."

I know he's there, and about to fuck me, but truly I'm gone. I need this so badly, want this so badly. Really all I am capable of are animalistic grunts of pleasure. Each stroke to my clit, and every finger fucking me makes me crave more.

"Oh fuck, please..."

Somewhere, I think he might be teasing me, but the thought barely registers before I'm whimpering for more.

"Please fuck me Sir."

A finger against my ass, but my body is bent in such a way that he cannot gain access, however, even this action makes me wetter.

"Oh god Sir..please use me."

You can hear the wetness of my pussy as he plays with it, I'm so wet I'm sure that he's covered. I would be embarrassed if I wasn't so turned on.

"please Sir...please"

Finally, he enters me. I can feel my body stretch around and accept him. A long low moan escaping my throat as if pushed free by his cock. I am panting, and want only to be fucked. Hard. By him.

Oh fuck yes, Sir.. please use me.. please...

Perhaps I'll stop begging.. but it's not likely when he's filled me.
 
His cock slips in easily enough. She's soaking wet, almost dripping. He only needs to wiggle his cock to inch it forward, without applying too much pressure on her hips. He pushes into her, and her pussy envelopes his cock, easily accomodating even as he slides into the hilt. She's still begging. He slaps her ass roughly, leaving another mark-whether encouraging her to continue begging or indicating she needs to be quiet, he's not even sure. Right now he audience is forgotten.

He has her, fully, in this moment. His full cock speared inside her, penetrating into her, claiming her with his own flagpole. For all that, though, even in her submission, she owns a part of him as well. Her body holds power over him, at least sufficient to make his cock hard and throbbing like a fucking power drill. He grinned at the internal metaphor. He was definitely going to pound her like one.

All those went through his mind in a few brief moments, and then he was guiding her hips. Out, and back in. She was able to swing freely enough, he simply needed to use his arms, swinging her. His hips rocked too, as his cock pounded her, and he ear the sound of flesh slapping flesh as he fucked her. So sweet...so tight. So delicious. There was a pounding sound-was that him or the viewing audience? He couldn't tell. He couldn't care.


Yes, you're a good girl, sweet little thing, take it like a slut... He leaned forward, a hand grabbing at her head, tilting her head back, pulling. He rocked into her, using her. She was dangling helpless....just as she liked it, he knew. Used....His.
 
I can't see anything, cannot conceive of anything but the feeling of his cock entering my body. Fuck me it's so good. My sanity hangs by a thread. Perhaps the same thread that I'm hanging by.

So fucking good.

In and out of me, the mingled sounds of our breathing, moaning, a slap to my ass. I'm drunk on it. I can feel him swing me back and forth, gaining a deeper better access to my cunt, each thrust countered with a breathless moan from me.


Yes, you're a good girl, sweet little thing, take it like a slut...

When his hands sink into my wild tresses, I'm done for, he could stop and beat me and I would barely notice. Incapable of uttering a word, except for the breathless fucks that keep slithering from my lips. Coherent thought, gone.

Fuck. Yes.
Let me die now.
 
One hand wrapped into her hair, tightly tugging, one on her hip, rocking her back and forth. Fuck, it was time he managed to find himself another pair of hands. Two handfuls just weren't enough of this one. Not that he was going to share her, nothing like that. She was his tonight. And he was taking advantage of it. It had been far too long.

Possessive? Maybe. But he wasn't letting her go until she came screaming on his cock. He pushed into her repeatedly, and their bodies almost made the sound of slow applause. Clap clap clap.

Had she cum already? He had felt her go over yet, but he couldn't be sure. Fuck, he was close. Too eager for her, perhaps. There was no way he was going to let her outlast him. He grunted with each thrust, hand tightening in her hair. God, he'd needed this. Needed her, needed to claim her, to fill her, needed to hear her sweet voice crying out in passion.

It smelled like sex.

He spanked her ass, handprint hard on her. He was throbbing. He needed to cum. He needed to fill her body.

She was dangling, tethered, trapped in one place. And he was just as trapped as she.
 
They never mention that it's hot in hell. Or maybe they do. I can't remember. I also cannot remember when I've gotten so close to cumming in my life. It's like he's driving me insane on purpose. Or something.

Oh god, his cock feels so good.


"Fuck yes Sir!"

There are my words! Now... focus.. oh fuck yes.. god I love being filled and fucked by a good hot man. Focus... clit.. yes... clit..

Sir, please my clit, please..

Did I imagine that or get it out? Will he place one finger on my clit and send me over the edge... I want to cum so badly.. oh god his hand in my hair...mmmm....

Fuck, sir, please harder.. please I'm yours.. please...

I really want to cum. I wonder if he'll let me... I wonder if he'll cum in me.. or on me..

Oh fuck me.. that cock.. yes..

all over my face.. fuck yes..


"Please sir.. please...

I have no idea why I'm begging
 
Hell. Not so bad as you might thing. Delightful things squealing at the end of your cock? Check. Sweaty bodies sliding together, meeting repeatedly, tight wetness wrapped around you-oh fuck. So sweet. Hell.

Oh right. He was giving her hell. She was perched on that sweet precipice. He wasn't pushing her over yet. Had he forgotten to? Some small words seem to pierce the void. Had he intentionally be torture teasing her, or was he simply lost to himself. He didn't know-but he seldom came unless she did.


Fuck, sir, please harder.. please I'm yours.. please...

Yes. Yes she was. At some point, he'd even found a way to rock her body just by the grip on her hair, and the motion of his hips. One hand free. Free to push the buttons to send her toppling over the edge. A small death-there's no such thing in Hell. He answered

Yes, yes my sweet thing. Are ou ready? Ready to cum princess? Cum for Sir?

His hand crept between her legs, to where his cock was meeting her pussy, using her so roughly. A fingertip pressed, found what he was looking for.

"Please sir.. please...

He stroked at her clit, waiting for the explosion, bracing himself for her pussy to start milking him desperately. HE bit his lip and toyed with her clit as he pounded her, twisting her hair even tighter.
 
This is the part where she dies. At the end of his cock, on the tip of his finger she fucks her self to death. Or he fucks her.

But dies she does. A little death. Maybe. But one filled with the squirming ecstasy and breathless screaming, thats for sure.


OH Fuck Sir!

Her... my pussy clamps down on his cock and I'm either pushing him out or pulling him deeper, not that I'd notice. I do manage to squirt and leave a huge mess on the floor. Screaming my release my begging him to fuck me has soon ceased and now I'm begging for him to stop.

The tears are streaming down my face, all thoughts of my makeup gone.


Please Sir, please let me stop, please.. please let me stop. Please...

His hands and cock remain in place, I wriggle to attempt to get away, I'm still cumming, and dying to come down. Switching tactics...

Please sir cum, please how can I help you cum? Please?

He still strokes my clit, making me shudder with each little touch. I. Cannot. Breathe... fuck.
 
She came. He braced himself. She was undulating all along the length of his hard cock, still plunging into her. He smiled, wickedly. Waiting-a theme of this night. Waiting to come down now.

He realized he was trying to squirm away, and that was definitely NOT in the offing. Not at the moment anyway. He'd gotten over the wave, and now he was riding downhill, pushing into her sorely tried body, listening to her pleas to stop. He ignores them. He continues playing with her clit, rolling it between her fingers, as she's struggling for breath. But he's keeping her full, keeping her trapped. Trapped just as much as he is. Trapped in Hell.

Not that he doesn't have plans. He isn't cruel. After she gasps desperately for a few moments, he finally pulls out. Hands slide away from her. She finds her spinning once again, though it's possible she doesn't even notice. He doesn't care, it's time for her to make him cum.

She's still gasping for breath, trying to regain her bearings, and then her mouth is filled with his cock, covered lavishly with her juices that drip into her mouth, and the slightly salty flavor of his precum oozing out.


Suck it, babygirl. Make me cum. Quickly. My good girl. Suck me off so I can cum on your pretty face.
 
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