GrossAndPerverted

you're crying and flailing your legs but I won't let up, won't slow down. pussy is so yummy; my oral fixation needs appeasing. wolfie is having fun with her chew toy.

you're barely able to speak, but I know. I know that it's too much, that you get more sensitive by the stroke. but that's the point, you dumb whore. you wanted to feel good, remember? you wanted me to have my way with you.

I switch my mouth back to your clit, gently kissing it, slowly running my tongue over it. but that's enough to make you grit your teeth. I slip one, two fingers into your cunt. you're so open and wet that there is no resistance.

I keep my mouth on your clit soft and slow, but my fingers are pumping into you at a punishing rate. your back arches and tears stream down your face. you might be pleading with me, but you're not really sure what you're saying, and I don't listen to fuckmeat like you anyway.

my fingers curl to press on your g-spot at the same moment I place a wand onto your clit. you become nothing. there is no existence outside of the pleasure being forced on you. you pant and moan but none of what you do is related to conscious thought anymore. you feel so good it hurts.

I watch with contemptuous glee as the joy and suffering rolls through you, over you. we stay like this for an eternity.

suddenly my voice cuts through the never ending sensation. "count to ten. out loud," it's hard, and it takes so long, but you get there.

"seven... eight... nine-"

"twelve. go to twelve."

you groan in exhaustion, but you're an obedient whore. "eleven-"

"make it thirteen. I like thirteen."

"twelve... thirteen..." the sensation suddenly stops.