alice.

“I don’t know what has gotten into me babydoll, mama is just so fucking horny. But you.. my perfect angel, you’re also a slut for this cock. You’re practically fucking yourself against it. You’re my dirty whore.”

I hold one of my hands on her hips as she is so desperate, she needs my cock like air. I whisper against her ear:

“Fuck yourself silly on my cock. That’s it. There’s my good girl. God we’re both such perverts aren’t we?”

I make my claim as I cover her in hickies as she cums over my cock. My hands grab onto her tits caressing and kneading them. My fingers pinch her nipples and roll them in my hand. I tilt her head back so she’s looking up at me panting.

Thinking about:

Abby back against the bed. Her body stretched out along the sheets. The muscles in her stomach tightening and releasing in slow waves. Her shifting slightly, trying to settle, but nothing easing the tension building inside her.

Her legs parted just enough to show the dripping wet mess of her slutty cunt. It came from instinct. She needed you to fuck her silly, just as you did last time. She needed you deep inside her throbbing cunt helping her release tension from the day. Her hips moved in small, uneven motions, rolling towards you in such a disgustingly desperate way.

Of course, only the two of you knew her this way. Pathetic, desperate and such a nasty whore beneath you. A submissive mess.

Her chest rose and fell a little faster now. A faint flush spread across her skin, climbing up her neck. Her grip on the sheets tightened as her fingers curled into the fabric. She let out a quiet breath through her nose, but it did nothing to steady her.

There was an ache in the way she moved. It sat low in her body and refused to fade. Every shift of her hips only made it worse. She closed her eyes for a moment, her brow tightening as she tried to control it, but the feeling lingered.

One hand gripped the headboard above her so tightly her knuckles had gone pale, her arm trembling with the strain of holding herself still.

The other drifted lower, hesitant at first, then more deliberate. She took her fingers and spread open her wet cunt. A slutty slick mess parted for you to gaze at. Her clit large and erect. Her pussy pulsating from the need in her.

“Please… God, please…” she breathed, her voice unsteady, almost breaking as her hips rolled forward again, searching for relief she couldn’t quite reach on her own.

There was something raw about it, about her. Abby, who was usually so controlled, so solid, now unraveling in front of you, her breath catching, and her body betraying her with every small movement.

When you moved closer she stilled for just a second. Just long enough for anticipation to hit. You pressed the cock on the strap on to her entrance. She whimpered biting her lip and rolling her hips onto it. You gazed down watching her try so desperately to get her whore cunt filled to the brim.

Her lip caught between her teeth, her breath hitching as her grip on the headboard tightened even more. A quiet, strained sound slipped out despite her trying to hold it back, her body reacting before she could stop it.

“Don’t—” she started, but it came out weaker than she meant it to. She grunted trying to push her hips down on the cock. "No teasing!" She spit out in a pathetic high pitched whine.

Her hips lifted again, almost unconsciously this time, chasing the slightest hint of contact, her composure slipping further with every second you made her wait.