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a bead of sweat drips onto your panting chest, ellie's hands digging into the mattress either side of your head as she hovers over you, hips thrusting and thrusting and somehow her body hasn't given out yet. so it only makes sense for her to stop now, just for a breather. she sits back on her knees to save her shaky arms from collapse, wiping the sheen off her forehead as she listens to the devastated whine that you let out in response.

even despite her having kept all eight inches in you.

"babe, it's okay," she mumbles. you've been pushy all night, so she half expected this. "don't worry... you're gonna get what you need."

"no, please." your fingers curl around the sheets, hands squeezing tight to help move yourself back and forth — deciding that if ellie won't fuck you, you'll do it yourself.

and it is like heaven enters your body immediately, you throwing your head back with a sigh of relief. it's nowhere near as perfect as when ellie does it though... so your efforts in trying to get her to pity you don't stop. "really need you, els, like please, please, you f-fuck me so good, need more than this..."

you watch ellie, watching you. watching your half-lidded eyes, the hazy and needy stare in them. watching your puffy folds stretch around her cock and the way your words break between petulant whines and gasps. she's so so amused, and you briefly catch the corner of her lips cracking before she lets loose and actually laughs.

it does both terrible and amazing things to you. your stomach fills with butterflies and you gush around the silicone. "ellie," you whimper. "you're mean."

"oh my god, babe, fuck." she chuckles, leaning over you to press a quick, hot kiss on your lips. "never seen you act like this before. s'cute. gotta take care of you, huh?"

your pout instantly flips upside down, arms reaching up to loop around her neck. "mmhmm. you do it so good..."

ellie nods nice and slow, but her hips snap into you suddenly. she fucks you into the bed with a quick and unrelenting pace, pulling startled moans and whimpers out of you immediately. she can't make out a single word you try to squeak out... and your jumbled mess of noise just makes her laugh again.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she rasps. her rigid fingers dig into your hips, the strap hitting your deepest, most sensitive places and making all your blubbering even worse. ellie swears she can see tears brewing in your eyes, a sick grin on your pretty face. "you wanted it so bad baby girl, now you're crying about it? you are so weak."

"ohmygod." your eyes roll back, teeth snagging your bottom lip tight. "ellie! m- m'so close, gimme more.."

"oh you like that? when i laugh at you? jeez..." she chuckles at this, leaning down to press a kiss over your temple, feeling the clammy skin with her lips. "you're dirty, i like you."