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I feel the sucking on my fingers start to slow down, knowing that you’re starting to fall asleep. I pull my spit covered fingers from your mouth, quickly replacing them with my already hard cock, and using my spitty fingers I lean over and push them into your pussy. I start rutting my cock into your unconscious mouth and using it like a wet fleshlight, using my other free hand to hold your head down, giving you no choice but to take my hard cock all the way down your little throat.

i looked up at her from between her legs, my chin slick with her, and gave her a predatory smile. "we're not done yet," i said, my voice low. "we're just getting started."

before she could protest, i slid two fingers inside her, crooking them to find that spongy, sensitive spot on her front wall. my other hand went to her clit, not with gentle circles, but with sharp, fast, relentless flicks

her back arched off the bed immediately, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. "no, please, i can't," she begged, her hands trying to push mine away. i easily overpowered her, pinning her wrists down with one hand

"yes, you can," i grunted, my fingers a blur of motion. "you will." the second orgasm hit her like a freight train, violent and overwhelming. her whole body seized, a silent scream on her lips as her cunt clamped down on my fingers like a vise

i didn't stop. i didn't even slow down. i kept going, forcing her through the peak and into the agonizing pleasure that followed. tears were streaming down her face now, her words dissolving into incoherent babbling

"pleasepleaseplease," she chanted, not even knowing what she was begging for. her third orgasm was less of a peak and more of a plateau, a continuous, rolling wave of forced ecstasy that left her sobbing and convulsing.

her clit was swollen and hypersensitive, every touch a jolt of pure electricity. i could feel her muscles start to give out, her body going limp except for the uncontrollable spasms racking her frame

"one more," i commanded, my voice harsh. "give me one more." i added a third finger, stretching her, and sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. that's what did it

her eyes rolled back into her head, and a final, broken cry escaped her lips as her body gave one last, powerful shudder. she was completely limp, a boneless, tear-stained, gasping mess on the bed

"look at me, angel. aww, you're so beautiful like this. taking me so perfectly."

"that's my good girl. just like that. you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

"you're taking it so well, my darling doll. so deep, baby. you're all mine."

"you're doing so good for me. i'm so proud of you. just let go, let me make you feel good."

"that's it, sweetheart. just let go. i've got you. i'll always take care of you."

Literally the stuff my dreams are made of.

i take her out on a date, we are sitting across each other at a restaurant. i look deep into her eyes and tell her just how flawless her makeup looks, how stunning the dress she picked is and how breathtaking her body looks in it. i watch her cheeks turn red, her laugh grows nervous, her words get more shy.

on the way home, i drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other drawing circles on her thigh. i keep feeding her little crumbs of approval: i laugh at her jokes, keep saying how funny and clever she is, how interesting i found that story she told me, how i could listen to her talk for hours. i observe how each compliment makes her muscles tense, her thighs press together.

we get to my place, i make sure she notices how i'm looking at her like i've been hunting her all evening, making sure she feels like a prey. i put my hands on her waist, pull her closer, and start whispering. i tell her just how much i crave her. how her scent is intoxicating. how i've never needed anyone the way i need her. her breathing gets more erratic, and the look in her eyes changes.

i say her body feels unbelievable as i tighten my grip, and a whimper falls from her lips.

i stuff my fingers into her mouth and tell her how good her tongue feels, then smile when i feel her starting to suck them more eagerly.

slip my hand beneath her underwear and let out a sigh when i feel how wet she already is. "such a good girl for me... getting yourself ready like this".

i slowly slide inside her and don't stop saying just how perfect she feels from inside, so warm, so tight. i let her know i am going insane with the way she's squeezing my fingers and watch how every word that leaves my mouth makes her squirm harder, whine louder, get more desperate and eager to please me, to show me how much of a good girl she really is, to make me proud to own her.

i keep making her cum again and again until her body is trembling, exhausted. her mind is completely clouded, unable to form a coherent thought. and yet, she keeps taking me like my personal little toy. she knows i'm addicted to how she sounds when she cums, and she needs to make me happy more than she needs air.