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thinking about mean!ellie sitting back as you rode her strap. her hands groping your ass as you bounced up and down. whenever you went too slow she would whisper in your ear.

“awh is it too big for you?”

“c’mon pretty, you can go faster then that.”

“you are going so slow. you know, someone who really wanted too cum would be going a lot faster. maybe we should just stop.”

a grin would stretch across her face as you started babbling and whining about how you really want too cum. pleading and begging her not too stop. a few stray tears running down your cheeks.

she would laugh and coo mockingly as the fat tears ran down your cheeks. she would grip your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises blooming across the skin in the morning.

“only im allowed too mark you up, no one else can touch my pretty girl, right?”

thinking about neither of you ever being quiet. your whining and whimpering along side her constant mocking and praise.

she would kiss all over your face. being so soft with her girl. she would roughly suck bruises into the skin on your neck. she would bite down on your collar bones. suck pretty little bruises near your tits as they bounced.

every time you would whine about being sore or tired.

“oh my poor little baby.”

“just such a good girl, being so good bouncing on my cock, making me feel so good.”