I'm leaning against the kitchen counter. Kissing him. He me. He runs his hands over my body and gropes me like a piece of meat.
I taste his neck, run my tongue against the sinew, feel the pulse against my lips. He does the same in return. I close my eyes and roll my head back.
Lips again. He separates our kiss. He puts his hand on my shoulder and forcefully pushes me to my knees. I look up at him. He unbelts his jeans and pulls them down.
He pushes his cock towards my mouth, fleshy, hard and swollen. I suck and lick and kiss and draw him into the heat of my lips.
He pushes his cock down my throat and holds my head in his hands. One around my throat and the other twisted up in my hair. Fuck and fuck some more. He moves his flesh into my throat as I gasp for breath. My eyes start to stream. The assault continues. I gag and hold back vomit. Swallow it down. He rubs my dripping eye make up all over my face with the heel of his palm. I look at him in begging compliance. Covered in black muck. Head pinned sharply to the cupboard, kneeling weakly on the floor, arms sprawled and limp.
He chooses not to stop. Repeatedly he thrusts and fucks and suffocates. He yanks down the cups of my bra and reaches to pinch and twist at my nipples. I yelp.
He smacks me hard across the face. Once then twice. My ear rings. I'm crying and sucking and doing my best to please him. He fingers work my flesh. I want to satisfy him so badly. My brain is awash, short of blood and breath, I can feel my cunt soak through the silk of my knickers. I can feel my heart beating. I look at him. Everything in my body says please.
He pulls back and tells me that he's going to come and he does. All over my face, in my eyes, in my hair, everywhere. It drips down my neck.
I feel completely dazed.
Later that evening the fun continues. He uses his rough calloused fingers to bring me to climax while his other hand grips my neck tightly. Restricting my breath, enhancing my pleasure, making me gush and making me want more.
The next morning as he readies for work I take his cock in my mouth again. More restraint on his part this time. Less I suffer. I swallow his come and let it travel deep into the pit of my stomach. He gets redressed, finishes his coffee and kisses me. I moan into his mouth, aching and desperate for a fix I won't get. He runs his fingers over my soaking cunt, I whimper. He pulls back his hand and he leaves me.
I touch myself in his bed while I roll the taste of him around in my mouth, arching my spine, squirting and coming all over the sheets.
Something else to remember my by.
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