little featherlight, blink if you miss it kind of kisses where your lips brush my own and you make my heart light up with how tender and gentle and preciously you treat me. so much love for how i look and taste and even smell, pressing chaste little kisses to my pussy and having your cock harden gregariously into the mattress beneath you, almost fucking your jeans with anticipation
and then chaste kisses turn to a makeout session with my pussy, opening your lips and slathering your tongue generously across my clit - dragging slick up from my hole and mixing it with your spit as you slurp between my legs, spitting and kissing and wrapping your lips and sucking at my clit and making me gasp and cry with the shock of feeling pulses from my lower abdomen through my whole body
you have hold me down by pelvis as i cum, writhing while my eyes roll to the back of my head and cries rip from my throat, my hole visibly tightening and shaking while my body rips and renews itself through the bliss and euphoria of your mouth worshipping my pussy
...until i can feel that pleasure turn into something sharper and more painful
your mouth is unrelenting, drawing a whine from my mouth as i feel myself getting desperate to have you off
yet your hands remain glued to my pelvis, and head cemented to my pussy, somehow your lips pressing harder and still lapping as though your job wasn't yet fulfilled
my heartrate was spiking, fear and passion mixing with the desperation and overstimulation in a way that was making my hands shake
and the last thing i expected at that point was to feel a direct pressure applied to my clit, buzzing and pinpointing the sensitive bundle in a way that wrangled a screamed moan from my lips, my hips tremoring and knees weakening as your tongue shifted to my tight backdoor - trailing all the slick and spit from one hole to the next one while my vibrator tortured my clit
the second orgasm was harder.
like the feeling of being kissed and stabbed simultaneously, filled with a kind of rush and fulfilment, battled by the feeling of pain that ripped through my every muscle in my body
the vibrator remained on my clit. your other hand fell to my asshole, thumb plugging it and toying around to give the most sinful pleasure cutting through the pain
screams and cries became music to your ears rather than the pleas they were
and only were you done when you felt my body slacken, the fight within me dying as the only sign of life became the heartbeat my pussy uttered around your digits, overstimulated and aching and yet still meeting your demands and cumming at your command
and only then, once passed out and defenseless, did you relent.
slinging my body over your shoulder like a toy, walking your "date-night that got lucky" out of her own apartment block naked and into the back of your car to return to yours for what was to become my new life as your personal fucktoy
