Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Good form

He strokes my body, resting his hot palm on my cunt. I quiver and let him pet me and beg for him to eat me. He smiles at my desperation and indulges it. He licks me and I squirm and enjoy and ask after a short while, if I am allowed to fuck him. He leans back on his elbows, flattens to his back and looks at me. I feel desperate and over eager, such a silly slut. I ride his lap, he tells me he is enjoying this. He pinches and twists my nipples untill the bruise and the skin dries and crackles. I wince and yelp in pain, already over used and sensitive from previous clamping and gentle tortures. He pushes me upright. His heavy palm against my ribs sitting me up. He frees his other hand and smacks my breasts. He hits me hard, several times across the face. All my essence flicks free and is replaced by compliance and pleasure and submission to him. I snivel and my vision clouds and I come in gushing excretions onto his lap.

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