| Straight: BDSM: A Simple Life (4/6) |
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like I was on the brink of orgasm as he continued to warm my rump with several more blows. Releasing my legs, he moved away from the bed. I wanted to cry out for him not to stop, my ass glowing bright pink, my pussy tingling. I remained silent, staring into his eyes, wild now with lust. My butt squirmed against the bedsheets, trying to calm the sting from his blows. He walked towards the head of the bed, removing his shirt and unzipping his trousers. Dropping his clothes, he knelt on the bed, his gorgeous thick cock pointing straight into my face. I turned to meet his cock, my mouth wanting to connect, and my tongue wanting to circle the large mushroomed purple head. There was a drop of precum at the slit of his head; it glistened invitingly. He moved his hand to his erection, stroking it and slapping my face repeatedly with his dick. I strained against the wrist cuff, trying to get even just a glancing touch of his thigh without success. "I want you to suck my cock, bitch. I want to ram my cock down your throat." With this, he straddled my chest, pushing his hardness past my lips, long dry from my ragged breath. I tried to move my head side to side to accommodate his girth, but he grabbed my hair and pushed and ground his cock, burying it deep into my face, his balls slapping my chin. His thrusts were not gentle, but hurried and forceful and I struggled to catch my breath between each thrust. My legs now kicking the bed, trying to find some way move myself away from his weight. He slapped me across the face and I was still again. His cock popped out of my mouth, dripping my saliva onto my face. "Ungh, I'm gonna blow my load all over your face, bitch." His hands moving roughly on his cock, his ass moving across my chest, I knew he was about to come. In huge, thick spurts, his cum splashed across my nose and my cheeks. I lapped at the cum on my lips, enjoying the taste of his juices. "Yes, that's my good girl. Eat all of that cum up. I know you're hungry...you should've had lunch." He took a finger and placed more of his cum on the end of my tongue, I suck his fingers into my mouth and clean them completely. "Clean off my cock," he said and I was again, sucking on his cock, slurping every last drop of cum from him. Once happy with my oral cleansing job, he dismounted my chest. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His hands moved to my ankles and restrained them, much the same as my wrists, but with a bit more slack, allowing me to move a bit. His hands moving slowly, he caressed my thighs and I writhed to meet him, trying to push my pussy to his touch. "My bitch is anxious, no?" I made no attempt to answer. He spread my labia, exposing my tiny, hooded clit. Leaning forward, he bitmy swollen pussy lips, chewing as his fingers dance over my clit. I was absolutely flooded then, wanting release like never before. He looked up, grinning with my pussy juices glistening on his face. Thrusting roughly, he forced his digits into my dripping hole. How many fingers? OMG! NO!, His whole fist was inside me, pulling me apart at the seams. I rock to move away, but his grasp on me was tight as ever, holding me in place. There was a guttural growl as he continued to pump his fist deeper and deeper into me. The pain was replaced |
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Oh yes!!
