The Outlook

[Noon_Shadow]

He nods in answer to her question, a gesture more felt than seen as his rough cheek slides across her own in a nuzzling. He doesn't speak at first because he is not finished learning what effect his tongue can have on her. His hand continues to dance on her sweet thigh and he drags his second hand down her back, caressing against the line of her spine. He tilts his head slightly into the feel of her hand in his hair, and then his lips close on her ear briefly, giving it a quick suckle before he whispers again.

"Of course I'd like to show you..but all in due patience, my dear." He pulled back and smiled into her elven eyes and then his mouth pressed down on her own again, fierce and insistent, pushing hard against her own lips while his body lifts up to press tighter against the feel of her. He can feel her hand dragging against his chest, and he has thoughts of that hand moving else where, very soon.

His hips are suddenly lifting, moving, rocking into hers as they find a comfortable crease to press against, his arousal stirring higher against her physical closeness.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

My lips find his neck as he nuzzles into me. His fingers on my spine chase a shiver of delicious pleasure down me like opening a zipper! Those lips suckle my ear and it brings a moan from me, I can't help it.

His words promise and tease me all at once. Then his lips cover my own, taking what he wants from me, what I willingly want to give him. I feel his arousal moving beneath me, and I squirm into it.

I can't wait to find out. I'm not good at patience when it comes to these things.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Her moan answers an instinct within him igniting certain drives, certain...baser emotions. His voice begins a low, soft growl, meeting a moan of hers within their sweet kiss. He feels her offering to him within the kiss, giving, asking him to take. He plans to take-to take, and to give of himself generously as well. For now, though, he enjoys the unfamiliar and exotic taste of her. His breath is nearly a pant as he pulls out of the kiss finally, his ears struggling to grasp onto her words.

"Mmm, yes, my dear...but patience in such matters....can be its own reward." He begins to illustrate his point by snaking the hand that has been teasing her thigh in an inward direction, sliding beneath her dress to drag against the vulnerable curve of her sex, a quick, teasing stroke that is soon recoiled. He would have her passions ignited into a fine blaze, burning and consuming her.

A sudden urge overwhelms him at that moment, and he grabs at her wrists, wrestling with her a bit playfully, but forcefully. While she was possessed of a certain wiry, elvish strength, her delicate resistance was no mater for his more raw, brutish strength, and he forces her wrists around behind her, rolling her shoulders back so that her chest arches out, pressing up against his own. He looks down at her, his eyes smoldering. "And what is it that you most desperately want, my elven friend?"

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His touch at my center, light, teasing, just a hint at what he promises. It's stokes the rising heat within me. It fogs my brain momentarily, making me unprepared for his sudden capture of my wrists. Struggling is useless, he's stronger, and I'm not sure I really want to win anyhow. But a moment of fear sends a twinge through me. The sense of helplessness brings flashbacks of an earlier time, with another man.... The vivid memories make me wonder if this time will turn out anything at all like that other time. Its a gut level reaction, and at first his words don't register to my befuddled mind.

W-what do I want? Why does everyone keep asking me that? Let me whisper what I want in your ear.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He can sense some of the emotions wracking her body, but he is unable to read her mind. He leans down to her lips, taking them again with his own, as he holds her wrists still behind her, deciding to take advantage, to stake his claim aggressively while the moment is upon him. His tongue dives into her mouth, ravaging inside of her lips, stroking across her tongue. He twists her arms slightly and pins them both down behind her now with a single hand, so that his other hand is free to roam her soft figure.

His hips continue sliding against hers, and he knows his arousal is evident through his pants beneath her-he can feel it dragging across the undersides of her thighs. He breaks the kiss, finally, hearing her words, and awaiting the whisper in his ear. "My own desires are mostly obvious and straight forward-to claim the treasure between your thighs, to hear your cries piercing the night, to toying with your delicate frame until it is utterly spent, using it for my own needs while gratifying yours." He growls playfully, softly, at her as his hand drags up the front of her stomach, teasing her navel, then slides between her breasts. It then slips up onto her cleavage, dancing across the exposed topsides of her pillowy mounds, before dipping just slightly inside her dress.

His mouth slides down to her neck, kissing her hot , nipping at her skin, tongue lapping out as he feels her pulse beating against his lips. He bites at it gently and then draws his lips lower, to the junction of her shoulder.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His kiss is demanding, forceful, but I open for his tongue. Being held like this is doing something to me, something I didn't expect. I should fight him, be defiant, tell him that its not what I want. But it would be a lie.

I've stalled. I, who have no patience. But how do I tell him what I really want him to do? It's not the kind of thing one should just blurt out.

And then he tells me what he wants, bluntly. Somehow, his words enflame me more. Its primal. With his hands on my body, touching me, moving over me possessively, there is no doubt he is claiming me. I like it!

Oh god!, and then his lips find my pulse! Licking, nipping me with a little bite. Sooo good! I forget my modesty, squirming in hi slap, aligning myself in just the right way so that when I whisper in his ear, a gasp hissed, more than words.....

I want you to punish me. I want your cock in my ass!

My bottom clenches on his thickness, leaving no doubt what I want. It's a tease I give myself, the slightest hint of what may come.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

The lithe creature in his lap suddenly springs even more to life, her body seeming to writhe on a wave of feeling, of excitement. Noon realizes taht he's pressing the right buttons, and that always makes him excited. He loves it as her sweet body seems to be already crying out to him.

Then he hears her words in his ears, and his smile broadens. She'd seemed reluctant to speak her desires, an attempt at maintaining her modesty to some extent, even as she let him grope and fondle her thoroughly, enjoying every moment. But whatever inhibitions she might have had seem to have clearly vanished, and he's eager to see how far they'll go.

"You shall be punished. You little, wicked, elven wench. Because that's what you deserve." He can feel the words slipping out of him, thinking that they're right, or close enough to right. His hands answer to her motion on his lap with her ass by sliding down to it, gripping her ass cheeks in his large palms and squeezing, pulling her down against his hardening cock through his pants.

This has clearly escalated. Escalated past a point where they properly continue from this position. That said, his body is reluctant to leave the delicious sensations enjoyed within this seat, and before he can even make to rise, he's reaching up to her neckline and releasing the ties holding her dress up, letting it drop down and release her breasts. He's quick to capitalize on this development as his mouth drops down to one of the burgeoning buds and captures it between his lips, tonguing at her nipple roughly, slowing his attempts to rise and drag her into a back room.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I've uttered the words, finally. There is no taking them back, and no way I would stop this from happening now. His answer has an immediate effect on me.

"You shall be punished. You little, wicked, elven wench. Because that's what you deserve."

A little whimper escapes me. I'm almost embarrassed to admit it sounds to my ears like a kitten mewling. Even as those words reach my ears, a thrumming vibration of trembling begins deep with in my core. It's not fear. It's not nerves. It's excitement. Anticipation. Raw. Rough. Need!

I know he can feel it when his hands take hold of me. How can he not? I feel like a live wire, under tension, about to snap. His fingers loosen the ties of my dress, exposing me to his hungry mouth and he wastes no time. My hands, free now with his otherwise occupied on my ass, move up to the back of his head, cradling him to me, holding his mouth there, suckling me.

Rising, he moves slightly towards the hall leading to the back rooms, as if to take me there. No, that will not do. Right here, right now, bent over this table, the sounds of the surf as our accompaniment, the ocean night breezes caressing us both like a third lover. This is the place. This is the time.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Returning to himself from the reverie of a daydream...or perhaps there was indeed alcohol in his drink...he sees his two companions getting rather frisky. A smile and another swallow of his drink find him staring at a quickly heating situation between them. Her sultry mini-dress has been undone, her nipples erect; Noon seems to be in a similar state. Whispered words and not quite hushed tones imply the need and wanting in both of them. All the action had gone to his head...and not the one above his neck. Clearing his throat, he attempts to be as non-intrusive as possible. His smile persists, though the glint in his eye is clearly mischievous*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

The sounds that she makes are almost a study in things designed to have an immediate effect on his body. He can feel his cock switch at her whimpering, her mewling. his attempts to rise have proven a failure, dropping back into the chair for the moment, as he indulges his mouth on her breast. Her hands on his head urge him on, and while part of him thinks to restrain her arms again, he decides to allow them their freedom.

"You're about to become my nasty little elf-slut, now. Very soon...and you won't even want to stop me." He grins and then his teeth clamp down on her nipple, tweaking it a bit harshly, before he lets it go. It's time to get out of this damn chair, to take more immediate action, or else his pleasures will never be served.

He rises once again, lifting her up with him, and he gives her a harsh shove to throw her back toward the balcony. He's peeling his shirt off, his eyes locked with hers, and then he stalks closer, eying her sweet body, disheveled from their shared passion, the lust burning with her eyes very apparent to him. He has her in his rough grasp once more, pulling her vulnerable body into his, one of his hands coaxing one of hers to go to work on his pants as he kisses her lips, harshly, almost biting.

His cock is hard, nearly throbbing within his enclosure. To urge her on toward her goal, he quickly hikes up her skirt. Her ass is bare to his palm, which deftly strikes at her bare skin, slapping it, the sound of it ringing into the cool night air. Followed by another.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Upon the stretch of beach beneath the Outlook proper, the wild one comes walking. In her right hand she holds a bottle of spiced rum, in her left is a pair of strappy black sandals.

A few minutes and she has found a safe spot, hidden from ocean spray and night breezes. She sinks onto the sand and sighs with pleasure.

niiiiice.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

The sound of a clearing throat reminds me that we are not alone. My eyes find those across the room, but only a moment before they close in ecstasy. Ecstasy suddenly interrupted by a sharp pleasureable pain in my nipple.

He pulls me to my feet and shoves me backward, towards the railing. The change in demeanor signals a new phase. His shove doesn't send me all the way to the rail, I back up, step by step, leading him on a 'chase' to get me. As he stalks me, his intended prey, my gaze locks with the watching eyes of the other one, over Noon's shoulder. It's a look, not of pleading, but of challenge. Will he just watch? My eyes dare him.

Noon has me in his arms again, roughly, pulling at me. His lips attack mine, devouring. His hands find mine and guide me to his stiff member. I can't help but squeeze him in remembrance of our previous fun. Then he smacks my ass, the first making me jump slightly, but he doesn't stop there. This awakens an animal spirit within me. My fingers curl into claw-like appendages, tearing at his pants, tugging and pulling at him, freeing him from the confining cloth at last.

"I want you!" Without waiting for permission, I push him back slightly, not ready to be pinned against the rail yet. I kiss my way down his bare chest, returning the bite playfully as I trail my way down, tugging at his length. And then I'm kneeling before him, pulling him closer, licking my lips in anticipation.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*Those eyes are more predatory than he remembered; she's not beckoning, but she is definitely not banishing his presence. In moments she's loosed Noon from his slacks. A brow quirks at her sudden sinking, her knees meeting the floor with nary a sound. For now he's just a voyeur...but only for now*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon had, clearly, forgotten about their third companion. Dimly, he also realizes that there's even a fourth person nearby, down on the beach, but he's a bit occupied with his present task. He's slapping at the lusty elf wench, ready to take his pleasure from her. But apparently it had a slightly different effect on her than he had anticipated.

He's shocked with the suddenness in which she manages to undress him. He tries to avoid shuddering at the pleasure of her lips dragging down his chest, along his skin, her delicate flesh dragging against his own hard muscle. His hands slide down and cup her head, gripping it in his hands to retain control of the situation, if but by a thread. Then she is on her knees in front of him and tugging as his hips, attempting to suck at his cock. But, no, he has not given her permission for that yet. His hands hold her head immobile, keeping her lips away from his engorged. Her resistance at this point is stronger than he would have imagined, and he feels his own stretch tested. "No, no, my little elf bitch, I have not yet given you leave to suck at my cock."

His hand curls in her hair roughly, giving it a tug backward as he looks down, tilting her head back so that she's forced to meet his gaze. He quickly kicks away the remnants of his pants from his ankles. He meets the look in her eye, and it seems to still be challenging, challenging his ability to assert his control over her. He braces himself for the next test of wills, preparing to wrestle her down into submission, as he lifts her back to her feet, still in his rough grasp.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His hands in my hair interrupt but also invoke something primal, feral. I feel my lips curl in a snarl of frustration. My eyes flash in defiant anger at being refused. He raises me to my feet again, but I don't let go of him, squeezing and stroking with my hand.

"Let me guess, you wanna see what I can do with one hand?"

My words taunt, tease, provoke him, I know. I shouldn't. It will go rough on me later. Maybe that's what I want. Do I even know anymore?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He moans softly, enjoying the feel of her soft, supple palm stroking at his cock. Her almost delicate features and gentle skin are slightly at odds with her wanton hand. He lets her linger in the act for a few moments, even though he lets her know his displeasure with her by narrowing his eyes.

He does like her resistance, though. It's better when they challenge, when they push, when they fight back in their various ways. He laughs softly at her words, but it's a cold, almost heartless laugh, meant to discomfort her. "No, I daresay we've passed that challenge. Perhaps we shall see what you can do with no arms."

He now takes her arm in his grasp and pulls it away from his cock-as gently as he can, mindful of the risky position her grip puts him in-and then twists it around behind her back, pulling at the other arm. He tugs her back against him and then spins, bending her over the table next to them, leaning into her, using his weight to press her into it. Her breasts are squashed down against the table, and he's pinned both of her hands now. "Let's see if we can put the elf-bitch's energies to some more proper use."

His hips shift slightly, and she can feel his cock against her, resting in the crack of her ass. He pulls back, letting the tip of it taunt at her anus, almost threatening to push into her dry, and with no preparation. But no, that's much to fast. He forces her legs further apart, and pins her arms against her back with a single arm as the other grabs a handful of her hair and tilts her head backwards. He then lets his cock slide between her thighs, the top surface of it stroking against the underside of her sex, slowly lubricating itself as he begins to drag their organs across each other.

He then looks up, catching sight of the other man who'd been, until now, quietly watching. He smiled at him as he wrench Thyri's head rather roughtly. "Fr33k, I think this one really needs to be used. She wants a cock to suck-perhaps you'd like to volunteer one?" He smiles at her as he continues teasing her pussy with the slow motions of his hips.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He smiles as he's included in the festivities, but his smile is short-lived and he looks almost remorseful as he rises. His eyes meet Thyri's and share a moment of a challenge accepted, and not yet fulfilled; they then meet Noon's with an honest gleam*

I'd love to, but I fear I must be departing for the night. I hope that another opportunity presents itself in the future. I'm sure you two will get on swimmingly, though. Enjoy yourselves.

*He strides over to where Thyri is being held down, stroking her cheek lightly, lingering near her chin for a brief moment; he departs slowly with but one look over his shoulder to see what will transpire as he heads to bed*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I like the feel of his cock in my hands. It's powerful, threatening, in its own way, but its a good way. I'm no poor little virgin. I've done this before; this and much more. This forcefulness is not what I'm used to, but it is only bringing something deeper to the surface. I'm not ready to surrender just yet.

His remark about 'no hands' distracts me only a moment. Then while I'm off guard, he's pinned me again before I can stop him. I strain against his grip on me, but its too late, and then he's pressing down on top of me. Bigger, stronger, I can't get any leverage either. His weight presses me into the table. Its so like that other time, and yet not.

I can feel his thickness sliding against my cunt. God, I'm so wet already! I knew it on some level, but now he knows. You can't hide something like that. His weight pushes a grunt out of me, primal, air leaving my lungs, that's all. No admission of surrender. I'm not ready to give in yet.

I feel the tip of him touching my rear entrance and just for a minute, dread and gut wrenching fear rip through me. Will it be like that other time? No preparation? At least then I was drunk! But no. Already he is passing himself through my folds, slick and hot.

Then he surprises me. His hand in my hair yanks me back, making me see what he has in store for me, his next words an invitation, but not to me. This time, he earns a whimper from me as I see Fr33k across the room. Now I'm outnumbered. Now it gets.....interesting.

EDIT: But no, tonight I'm spared. It's a reprieve I had no right to expect though. I play with dangerous people, sooner or later, I'll get caught at it.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He hears her whimper, which is exactly the appropriate sound for her to make at this point. Things appeared to be taking a dire turn for the poor elven wench as he saw fr33k's eyes meet her own, but then he begs his leave, giving one quick taunting caress to the elf on his way out. Noon smiles as he exits. "Then I shall big you goodnight, sir, and thanks anyway."

It's just as well. He can still sense some resistance in her. She's definitely not surrendering, and he has the goal of taming her thoroughly himself. He uses the leverage he has on her hair to push her face back down toward the table, his cock still teasing against the underside of her elven pussy. She was wet, almost soaking wet. That in itself was almost a sign of submission-she was enjoying her treatment, just as he'd said she would, and she was helpless to do much about it.

He then pulled his cock back, giving her a slap across the ass cheek with it, before he slides it up across her anus again. He knows she's nervous-she tenses up, and that's definitely the last thing she needs to do. But he's still holding the moment off. Going in dry is as bad on one as it is on the other. He rubs the head of his cock against her pucker, lubricating her a bit with her own juices, and then slides back between her thighs to moisten his cock once more, before dragging it across her ass again. He does two more times, lubricating her entrance marginally, and his hand at her waist tilts her hips up even more.

He holds back another moment before proceeding, waiting to see if she has any more tricks. His cockhead is tickling at the entrance to her ass, and he laughs softly. "You liking that, elf bitch? You want my big cock in your tight hole? I'm going to make you scream, you know-and you can't do anything about it." He lets his words taunt her, and then shifts his weight just slightly so he tease at the sides of her breasts, waiting for the right moment.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I sigh in relief at the prospect of not having two to deal with tonight, but then I feel him. There doesn't have to be two, when this one is in the position he is in, and me right where he wants me. One is all it takes. He is purposefully teasing me, but I'm grateful for the delay. At his first touch, I clench up. Its a bad move, but purely instinctive, defensive. I can imagine how it looks to him visually from behind me. The bastard probably thinks I'm 'winking' at him!

In a near panic, memories of that other time flood my mind. My breathing increases rapidly and grows shallow with his weight on me. I can feel my eyes open about as wide as Elven eyes can go with the thought of what's going to happen next. I want it and dread it all at the same time, and I hate that I need it so.

In a desperate show of defiance, my voice comes out of me before I think, half growl, half cry.

"What are you waiting for, you big dicked bastard! You know you want to hurt me, Get it over with!" I wish my voice hadn't broken. It should have sounded better. It did in my mind, at least. It might help if I could control my panting. If I could just relax, just....take it.... But its so hard to do when my whole body is as tense as a coiled spring.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He can't see the expression on her face, but he does know that she's apprehensive. He can feel breathing rate increasing, almost panting, and then she speaks. Her words are defiant, taunting him, but her voice is higher pitched than it had been earlier, and edgier. Partly arousal, and partly a slight tremor of fear, he thought.

One thing about being elven, she had a lupine grace that made her extremely flexible from this angle. Bent over like this, with her head in the table, he was able to angle her ass just about whichever way he wanted. And it was a very nice ass too, shapely and soft. He reached down to slap each cheek with his palm quickly, hard. Just enough to make her jump a little bit. He imagined her stomach jumping too, as her body jerked, while she was in the vulnerable position of having his cock head perched right against her tight hole.

He knew she wanted it, as much as she dreaded it. So he tormented her a bit more. He stroked his head against her, and then pulled it away from entrance. "Ready then, slut? All right, here it comes!" He spreads her legs further apart, and then makes as if to thrust into her, but instead waits. He lets the moment drag out, longer, feeling the anticipation. And then he laughs cruelly. "Just kidding, elf slut."

Right after that, though, he does plunge in, deeply. He shoved his index finger deep into her, spearing her it. Maybe she thinks it's his cock at first, she's gripping it really tightly, still unprepared. He begins fingering her ass-in truth, preparing the way for his cock to enter shortly. Any illusions she might have had that it was his cock already inside of her, however, are soon dispelled. After several seconds, his cock suddenly drives forward and impales her pussy, driving into her slick hole, already well prepared for him to enter. He begins pumping her, half expecting her to cum all over his thick cock in the first ten thrusts.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

His hands slap my flesh. It makes me jerk more than it should, but that's because its more than just a smack. It is a catalyst for built up tension to be released, at least partially. In a way, he does me a favor, twice. There is no way I could take him as tense and tightened up as I was. It would have torn me apart.

But then it's time.

"Ready then, slut? All right, here it comes!"

He spreads me, and I know he really means it this time. I try to prepare, making a conscious effort to relax myself back there. But I just know it's going to hurt!

I wait for it.........Still it doesn't happen. Then he laughs.


"Just kidding, elf slut."

This is the cruelest, yet I breathe a long sigh, thinking he's changed his mind. Part of me is a little let down, but with the sigh I let out some of the tension that had built back up. It's a good thing I do.

Without warning an without mercy I feel his invasion. I hiss through a sharp intake of breath as my body clamps down on him hard, but it's already too late. I'm clamping around him, holding him in, not keeping him out as my body's instincts intended. It makes it hurt worse, and I cry out, not quite a full-throated scream but close.

I feel him begin to move inside me, and I remember to try to relax. Let myself get used to it, begin to let it feel better, maybe even feel good, if I can. I thought he would be bigger, he sure looked it. Then I realize why.

In the next instant, I'm filled, completely! Now I know why he seemed larger before! My cunt stretches around him, taking him in. My moans are ripped from my throat, primitive, animalistic, primal. its a sound of pure lust and need, now fulfilled.

He begins to move into me, thrusting hard, fast, not letting me adjust completely. yet incredibly, I feel myself pushing back against him! I'm being used and abused, but I want it!

Moans turn to barely spoken words, "More! Please, God! M-more! Oh, fuck!"

Already I'm close, so close! His thrusts are not too fast, but very forceful. He is authoritarian in his manner, taking possession of both of my openings, making me his completely. He couldn't make me surrender with pain. But pleasure is my weakness. This kind of pleasure is my downfall, and my resistance crumbles. I don't want him to stop, anything but that. Please, just don't stop!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Her ass is clamped down on him at first, and he knows it must be rough, even though it's just finger instead of his cock. Just as well he didn't penetrate as he'd considered. He loses focus on such thoughts at the feel of her sweet, wet pussy gripping him, though. It squeezes his thick length, as though trying to suck him in at each thrust and hold him tight inside of her. He can feel her juices flowing, and the sounds she makes, the passionate cries that must be heard distantly down the beach, those make his cock throb sympathetically. He loves the right noises in the right combination.

His hips begin thrusting into her with more enthusiasm, and he works to alternate the rhythm of his finger and his cock, so that she's filled in one while the other is close to empty. And then he feels her hips rocking back against him, thrusting with him, and he smiles as he knows her resistance is gone. His own cries are filling the night as well. He's made himself a lovely a little elf-slut this evening.

But that's when he gets over the roaring sound of lust in his own ears and finally catches the words concealed in her moans. She's begging for more, pleading for more, and screaming at him not to stop. Oh, after the merry little chase she's led him on so far...Noon smiled cruelly. Stopping was the last thing he wanted as well, his body was already tingling with the need to cum inside of her, but he was a master of his own body first.

He stopped. He somehow managed to slide his cock all the way out of her, his pants sounding in the night. He wants to speak quickly, to taunt her some more with his refusing to yield to desperate plea, even though it's exactly what he wanted, but can only try to maintain his breathing, and does not find his voice. It's just as good-the silence is effective in its own way. He's curious how she'll respond.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

It is exquisite! I'm losing myself to the feeling of such good fucking and I'm so close! I can feel the beginning stirrings fluttering deep inside that tell me I will cum soon.

But dammit, that's when he pulls out of me, leaving me so empty it makes me sob. My legs lift to fold behind him, trying to draw him back into me. I try to raise my head to look back at him, but he still holds me down. So I wait for him to continue. Maybe he wants to fuck my ass now. Maybe this is what I've waited for.

I wait. He doesn't return, doesn't speak to me. I can feel my empty aching cunt clasping at nothing, wanting him inside again.

I can barely form coherent words, confused, certainly not eloquent in this moment.

"No!! Why? Don't stop now! Please?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She had sobbed when he pulled out and didn't re enter, and he felt his body lurch at the sound. It was just too perfect. He was tempted to let her legs draw him in as she impressively manages to wrap them around his waist. He smiles, looking down at her sweet body, seeing it writhing in the grasp of pleasure, shuddering at the absence of him. He waits.

Noon wants her to understand this feeling for a few moments-the absence of him. How good it felt when he was inside of her, how much she needed him when he wasn't. This is her punishment, the punishment she had wanted so badly earlier. He almost laughed-it was probably more bitter than she'd expected, but then, it was bitter for him too. his cock twitched, as though it had a mind of its own and was wondering why he waiting so long to shove back into such a lovely willing hole.

She tries to wait, tries to hold her mouth, but finally she cries out, her words pleading, desperate. The desperate sound of her voice is just right, and he knows that's his cue, but he doesn't move just yet. He does not want her to think she was the one controlling him, that her words directly prompted his reaction. She was not telling him what to do and he was responding. He was doing what he damn well pleased, and she could beg and plead, strain and grunt, and it made no difference. This was her lesson.

And then his cock was inside of her again. Suddenly, just like that. He forced her legs further apart as he began pumping into her with renewed enthusiasm, driving into her with a purpose. He needs this as much as she does right now. His cock is throbbing so hard he thinks she must be able to feel it oscillating as he's pumping it into her.

Her pussy feels so fucking good. Wet, tight, ans soft, and it grips him with a near desperation. He realizes, belated, that he's not going to last to fuck her ass. His finger is still in there, fucking her, ensuring that she's being used in both holes, so that will have to do for tonight. He keeps thrusting, trying to turn her into a quivering pile at the end of his cock.