#coffeewrites

A place your best friend has been raving about, describing the flashing dancefloor and clean exterior to really drive the point home and convince you to go, "have fun, let loose, you need it after this year" she said, soothing your hesitance in going to new places alone "and the bartenders are hot".

She wasn't wrong, despite the building being stationed on what your group would label the 'bad' side of the city, it looked straight out of a hollywood movie, complete with a bouncer letting people in from a velvet rope.

You move to the back of the line, nosy ass eavesdropping on a pair of men gossiping about workplace drama and whatnot, apparently people who work in offices see labeling your food as a challenge and not a warning. You get up to the front quickly, people piling behind you.

You walk towards the rope and are immediately stopped by a strong arm, the broad figure of the bouncer moving in your path and blocking your way into the club, staring down at you through his balaclava with his arms crossed. You're baffled "uhm??"

He makes a motion with his fingers, waving them to the side. You stare up at him in confusion, feeling like an idiot just standing there. "Move to the side love" His deep voice snapped you out of whatever trance you were in, bringing you back to the reality that you were being stopped at the door and told to move to the side. Rejection stings.

Once you move away from the door his attention is fully on you, paying little attention to the little minx slipping past the rope. "What's a thing like you doin' 'ere?" He questioned, eyes narrowed at you. A THING, did he just call you a thing? What does he mean, why are you here? "To have fun and drink obviously, why? My joy takin you out?" You grumbled back.

"Where's your friends?" "Inside"

"Boyfriend?" You stared at him

"Girlfriend?" "No"

"You on anything love?" You raised your brows “What! No! Im not on dope!"

You're starting to get really pissed off, a thousand thoughts about how you could successfully get away with murdering this giant of a man without the police knocking on your door. You must’ve had a vein bulging the way he chuckled at you.

"Its freezin" You pleaded, "Is it?"

"It's my birthday tonight ya'know" You lied, "Really? How old are you babe?"

It's all futile, this meathead isn't falling for any of it, and he still won't tell you why he won't allow you inside. You were running out of ideas. Was the club even worth this humiliation?

You watch bouncer man, finally doing his job, lift up the rope and let a stumbling, very clearly high woman inside, her sultry voice thanking him before pushing her slipping dress up, she had to have been wearing less clothes than you. Well if dress code isn't the problem then what is? Your skin tone? Your body type? Don't tell me this guy only lets people he finds attractive in, isn't that bad for business at least?

"Browsing are we?" You accused, nose flaring in anger. "Wha’ was that sweet thi-" He didn't get to finish the sentence.

"You're worried bout me smoking crack? That bitch was clearly high". Amusement filled his eyes "was she?"

"We can see her panties up her ass, you only let girls you can sexualize in? Hm?" You pressed, crossed arms pushing against his chest.

"Love...what?" He said exasperated, as if you were the one who pulled him aside and started harassing him over bullshit.

Suddenly shouting is heard from inside the building and the sounds of a body being slammed into something could be made out, glass breaking and the hollering of some idiots. "Bloody hell" 

Skullface locked up the rope and told everyone to stay outside, turning back to you. "And you. Stay", Then he left, presumably to handle whatever bear fight was taking place in the club.

"Stay" You mocked in a overplayed manchester accent " tsk Like im a fuckin dog!”

If you did everything someone told you to do you wouldn't be so hot and sexy now would you? You don't listen, you're stubborn and hardheaded and you defy anything that gets in the way of freedom and fun.

You watched the line to be sure no one was paying attention to you slipping away, many just waiting around for the bouncer to come back so they could get in, others minding their own business and chatting.

The back alleyway was dark and weirdly moist, the air was alcoholic and stuffy, typical behind a club you presume. You were met with a chain link fence that stopped you from traveling any further, cursing under your breath, forced to think. You snooped around until you came across a high up window, ajar to let air out, a restroom? Jackpot.

It was difficult, you weren't one for upper body strength and it was a tight squeeze, almost slipping back to the alley floor a few times before you got a grip, and you were in the ladies bathroom, a few girls walking past you in judgemental confusion, but other than that, no mishaps.

Your head peaked out from behind the wall and scanned the dark club, checking for the fight or the skullfaced bully before you decide to relax. Once you deemed the coast clear, you bee-lined towards the bar to get something to drink, "let's see here"

A shadow fell over what little light you had in this place, the uncomfortable feeling of being watched before jolting at a voice intimately close to your ear. "I thought i had told you to stay where you were"

"Oh fuck, ow!" The force in which you were pulled up out of your seat felt like it could've broken your arm, "what the hell!"

He pulled you on your feet and dragged you by the bicep towards the back of the club, ignoring your cussing and pretty pathetic attempts at attack and self defense. You exit the club from the back employee only entrance, air escapes your lungs in a gasp at the sudden pinning to the grimy wall, face so close to each other you could smell the mint on his breath, "brat"

You breathe in each other's air, a moment of pause for both of you to get your bearings and think about the situation, at least you were thinking about the situation, the position he put you in becoming more obvious from the rough rub of his hips and the fingers digging into your side.

Oh?...oh. Now you're getting the picture, puffing your chest against his in newfound confidence, noses almost touching in a silent taunt. "Aint you supposed to be guarding the door? Dog", to your surprise, he actually growls at you, strong hands coming to softly wrap around your neck, keeping you in place.

You blinked, "What's your name?"

"Ghost"

"Ghost" You snorted, air blowing in his face, blonde eyelashes fluttering in unamusement, "since you're obviously not doin your job" Your hand reached out to lift his chin up, staring at him through the mask, "why dont you just go home to your ugly wife now, ya?" Just a taunt, on your soul, you love women.

You moved you chest around to comfortably fit in the croptop your friend gave you. Jean shorts and fishnets made you feel a bit out of your element and you felt like the hoop earings were irritating your ears, or maybe you were just nervous for your first time out. Nova had told you it'll be no big deal since she'd also be wearing something similar.

See me up in the club with fifty-eleven girls

Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill

Brooklyn brim with my eyes sittin' low

Every boy in here with me got that smoke

A small nightclub your group of friends hung out at every once in a while, opting to take you along since you've admitted to had never been in one. You weren't a good girl, a prude who would rather read a good book sitting on her bed instead, nothing like that, you've been to house parties before, but a club was different, it felt realer. More strangers. More substances. More dangers to avoid.

The lights reflected off your golden bottom set everything you squinted or winced at all the activity, booming music, and touching bodies as you followed your large group of girls towards the bar. Knowing to avoid eye contact and mind your business around the small groups of men huddled at their own tables.

And every girl in here got to look me up and down

All on Instagram, cake by the pound

Circulate the image every time I come around

G's up, tell me how I'm lookin' babe

You felt too many pairs of observing eyes on you and your outfit when nova pulled you by the waist to take a picture with her, sticking her tongue out towards the corner or your mouth in tease.

"Oh bitch" You softly snapped your teeth at her, driving both of you towards a giggle fit while she continued to snap pictures of your joy.

"Please show insta your poundcake baby" She purred out, hosting your ass into the view of the camera, making suggestive barking noises to further embarrass you, causing a blood to rush to your face but not scolding her.

"Ok lovebirds, wanna drink now" A girl tagging along with the group, you didn't really know her, called to both of you, bringing you to the realization that everyone can see how you and your bestfriend behave around eachother.

Nova's answer was drowned from your brain when kyle fell into your sights, leaning against the other side of the wall sporting a glass of what's assumed to be a sherly temple, maybe something else. He was watching you, beaming smiling gracing his face when he realized your attention was on him.

Boy this all for you, just walk my way

Just tell me how it's lookin' babe, just tell me how it's lookin' babe

I do this all for you baby just take aim

And tell me how it's lookin babe, and tell me how it's lookin' babe

Lookin' babe

He pushed off the wall and moved through the crowds, mouthing something at you that you didnt catch the first time, brain processing the fact that your gym crush, who you were positive killed people for a living, was at the same club as you, watched your friend smack your ass, watched you be comfortably weird, can see you in anything other than your gym clothing.

"Huh, uh no, this isnt usually my scene, nova dragged my ass here" You jabbed your thumb to where she was last standing.

"Really? You fit in pretty well" He complimented, charming smile still not leaving his face while he leaned closer, elbow resting on the bar table, broad shoulder protecting you from the flashing lights. "That mean you dont got a date?"

"What? No, this a girl thing" You explained.

"Oh a girl thing? Your girls mind if i take you for a minute?" He tilted his head, eyebrows raised in question.

"Guess not"

Drop the bass, mane, the bass get lower

Radio say speed it up I just go slower

High like treble, pumping on them mids

Ya man ain't never seen a booty like this

He held he hands to your hips while the both of your danced together in the crowd, arms wrapped around his neck to keep yourself steady with warm bodies occasionally bumping around you in blind rhythmic movement.

Kyle watched your hips movement's, grinding down on his thigh before following the beat back up, chest pushing against eachother.

"Hey" He tipped your chin up

"Hey" You replied, raising a brow in worry.

"Want something to drink love?"

And why you think ya keep my name rollin' off the tongue

'Cause when he wanna smash, I'll just write another one

I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker

At some point you moved from the dance floor to a corner of the club that was less populated, hands sliding around eachother's bodies in adrenaline filled lust, thighs locked around his waist, back pushed against the wall.

You could taste the sugary alcohol in his mouth, tongue connecting. You'd have to get his number after this.

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor

Ending card

Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?

Le sexe, je veux dire: l'activité physique

Le coït. Tu aimes ça?

Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe?

Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe

You thought it was impressive how kyle still went all out for your relationship anniversary, champagne and fine dining was starting to make you feel like a real princess. It was akin to having your own naveen, minus him turning you into a frog.

You decided on clothes then makeup, makes sense to not have to carefully move your clothes around your head. Blouse, miniskirt, heels, simple. You moved to your bedroom mirror to do your hair in a style, quick check of your baby curls before applying mascara and red lipstick to your face.

Looking up at the clock reads 9:45, you had about fifteen more minutes to float around before your fiance showed to pick you up. A little more cologne wouldn't hurt right? Just as you finish finding and spraying yourself, your ringtone starts playing, the feeling of your heart skipping a beat. You pick up. “Heyyy ky”

“There's my girl” His voice sent a tingle through your brain, finding it hard to hold back from giggling like a teenager and gushing over your man.

Clearing your throat in a poor attempt to chill out. “Yeah? What's up?” You spoke in feigned ignorance, batting your pretty lashes in unsuspect even though he couldn't see you.

“What's up? What could be up, come down here crazy” He already sounds fed up with you.

Room left in giddy abandon, kyle stayed on the line while you grabbed your keys, slipped on a coat, fur tickling your ears, and 'leave the wallet' as your to-be husband so graciously ordered offered.

When you get outside, he's leaning against the car with a beaming smile on his face, redness brushing his cheeks and face. "My queen leaves her castle at last"

"Cut it out ky'' You groan, contemplating how much of his corny behavior you're going to be able to deal with today. Making your face over to him, it's made clear he's not that far away from barking out like the puppy he is with his non-discrete eyeballing. "You gonna let me in, or we gonna just stand here and eye fuck eachother all night?"

"Well actually now that you mention it-" A playful shoulder slap "no"

He opened the door for you, swatting at your ass to watch it jiggle while you shuffled into the car, whining to him about keeping his hands to himself.

The first thing you saw was dimmed red lights shining on black cushioned seats, r&b music floating around your head in a soft melody. Two filled up red wine glasses were waiting on a table for you inside, a small bar stacked with a different assortment of liquors and drinks.

Resting comfortably, you gave a quick 'hey' to the driver through the partition and picked up a glass, treating it like juice, what to do with tasty liquids if not to consume.

Once you felt settled in, you immediately went into a recount of things gaz had missed while he was on deployment. One would think a man in the military wouldn't bother himself with trivial civilian drama, finding more important tasks or activities to do. They would be wrong, kyle is a drama whore.

But he's even more of a whore for you it seems, before you even had time to get into the real nitty gritty of your workplace gossip, kyle grabbed your face and slowly wrapped his tongue around yours, subtle fruity flavor passing around. A leg slipping between your thighs, sitting his weight down on you.

"Sir dont try it, you'll rip my dress”. Placing your hands on his hips to stop him from scooting any further on your lap, frowning at him.

You were only met with amusement, eyes crinkled up like something was funny, his gaze flickered over to your driver and the car started, partition quickly rolling up to shield the stranger's sight and give you privacy. You felt the car jolt, indicating you were on the move.

Your hand lightly brushed over his bulge, hips involuntarily bucking into your midriff. Rough denim causing discomfort on her skin, you had to push him back.

"Christ chill the fuck out, am i gonna have to suck you off so we can make it to dinner?" You playfully groped at his clothes cock again, teasing.

As much as you were playing with him, you were concerned about your spot being given to someone else if you took too long to get there. The humor of kyle's sex drive ruining your life, normally you were pleased to get dicked down. But you were also hungry.

Soft plump lips trailed from your cheek to your jaw, causing a nose scrunch from the leftover wetness. His tongue peeked out to lap your neck's weak spots, alternating from licking to sucking.

"There's no way" There's no way this man is this horny right now, leaving a trail of marks behind on his journey from your neck to your chest, clearly having no care that you don't have a spare scarf to just wrap around your collar to cover up his assault. He slips his hand between your thighs and messes with your panties, only stopped from your thighs clenching around him.

The glass behind your head starts fogging up, no doubt from the temperature heating up. You spread your legs so he'd stop snapping your panty strap on your skin, leaning your head back, feeling him push the underwear to the side and wipe up your hole to your clit, spreading your slick around while playing with you.

He moves back to your mouth, smudging your lipstick on both mouths, slipping his tongue in to makeout with you.

"Your mascara's running" He mumbled into your mouth, wiping your eye to prove his point. You slapped his hand away, cursing your stupid makeup brand for letting you down. Being fair, it'll be a surprise if your makeup did survive this steam.

He paused "You look sexy like this"

You bit down on his bottom lip "As if i wasn't already?”

His head slid onto your shoulder, warm air fanning your skin, "fuck, you're killing me" whispered towards your ears while he slipped a few of your buttons off, facing a moment of impatience causing your blouse to rip open, the sound of it's fabric tearing gaining your attention.

"The fuck" Hands slipped into your torn shirt and cupped at your breasts, squishing and groping in apology.

As miffed about your outfit as you were, you didn't mind the extra attention. Soft hands smoothed and played with your tits, teeth lightly rubbing against your skin, leaving purple coloration behind.

This man made you feel like a queen, but such a whore. Would eagerly lay his life on the line to give you whatever you desire, currently planning on making love to you in a car on the way to dinner. You're positive he's the only man that can make your insides tingle.

He rubbed and lightly tugged at your nipples until they were pebbled, moving his attack on your neck towards your chest, back curled forward to focus on your chest. His warm tongue curled and licked up your tits, pushing them together and smooshing his face between them, contemplating marking them up as well.

Hands moved towards your hips and slipped between your thighs, pressing down on your covered clit. A soft moan slipped from your lips, heat transferring from your cunt to your back, clenching around nothing, moaning mixing with kyle's humming.

You moved your hips around to help kyle shimmy your panties down, pushing your concern to the back of your mind when he pocketed them. He rubbed two fingers around your slick, rubbing circles around your clit before dropping them in front of your entrance, tapping your thigh as a head's up before dipping his fingers into your cunt, curling his digits inside your gummy walls.

He playfully wiggled and scissored his fingers, pressing his thumb down while he pumped into you, smiling down at your blissed face, feeling the strong urge to steal away all your soft moans, holding your hips down whenever you tried to buck up into his hand.

He carefully slid off your lap and sat in the seat, switching your positions and setting you down on his fingers that were still sat snug inside. Music started filing the air when you bucked your hips down, mewing into his lips when a sweet spot sent a shot up your spine, edging you towards an orgasm. Your head slid down to rest on his shoulder, muffled moans growing high-pitched when your clit was circled.

“Like that peaches? He taunted, unbothered by the mess you were making on his pants. He tugged at your coat until a small tearing sound was heard, apologetic eyes to your death stare while your coat was pushed open, letting your chest free.

“Sweating out my hair and ripping my fur?” You questioned.

You were promptly interrupted by the driver speaking into a crack he made in the little window. “We'll be there in twenty minutes sir….ma'am” He informed the two of you, rolling up the window again.

“That's enough time” Kyle pinched at your clit, teeth peeking out when he heard your squeak. He went back to work with his fingers again, pushing you towards that edge of coming undone on top of him “Cmon baby, cum for me, wanna see that fucking face you make when you roll your eyes”

Your mouth shaped into an O, letting whines and moans escape your lips while kyle massaged your gummy walls. It took two more thrusts before you were coming all over his hand and lap, pussy gushing over his fingers.

Price would be confused at first, he's damn near breaching your cervix and you're laid under him, barely letting a peep out. It's obvious you aren't doing it on purpose, your mouth opens sometimes but no sound comes out, and even with little to no reaction on your face your eyes roll into the back of your head when he bumps a sweet spot.

He'd think you weren't enjoying yourself if you weren't squeezing his cock.

He himself isn't prone to being loud, a few grunts here and there, a low moan when he cums, that's about it. After a few times together, he would find it cute that your reactions are all bottled up and internal, which makes it feel even more rewarding when you do have an audible reaction to his thrusting. Makes him want to work harder.

He'd be the most accepting of whatever reaction you have during sex, knowing it's not your fault for any  absence of noise and that you're not trying to make him feel inadequate.

Overall no problem for him.

Gaz Would find it weird, extremely weird. He knows he's doing well, this isn't the first time he's pleasured someone, but he's worried if it's not feeling good for you, if you need different types of stimulation to get off, he can do that.

After around the fifth or sixth time he's made you cum on his fingers, tongue and cock, he's stumped.

At some point assumes you don't want to be embarrassed by your body's reactions and tries to gently reassure you he won't judge whatever scrunched up face you'd make when you cum or moan.

You'd have to just tell him yourself that you don't show any reaction on your face when you're having fun, it's nothing against him, he feels great, you're enjoying yourself, you just can't outwardly express that.

Gets it, but doesn't  get it. Would offer help if you wanted to learn how to moan but would leave you alone if now. Sweet boy. He just wants to make sure you're alright.

Gets used to it after a while and moans for the both of you, not like it was hard to. Still makes you cum at least three times just to make extra sure you're taken care of.

Ghost Is the same way in all honesty, but scarily so. He doesn't make any sound. At all. Shaky breaths that fell on your face, and the grip in the sheets next to your tightening when you came on his cock are all you're getting. 

If he's really in a filthy mood, he whispers words of degradation or praise in your ears, filling the room with only your breathing and the slaps of skin on skin contact.

If you closed your eyes it was almost like he wasn't there, not saying youre allowed to close your eyes when he's dicking you down into the mattress.

He doesn't feel any type of way about it honestly, at first thinking you were holding your moans back in a challenge to him before accepting it as your nature. He still secretly takes it as a challenge and pushes his body to see how far he could pleasure you until you either squirt, let out a loud moan, or tap out.

Soap Is offended in all honesty, here he is putting in the work, demolishing your insides, and your face barely moved from it's stationary.

Johnny is a moaner, damn near yeller, he'll have your neighbors filing complaints to the landlord and might burst a eardrum or two from how close he is to your face. He likes drooling on you like a dog and vibrating your brain by groaning into your mouth, he wouldn't understand your reserved reactions at first. You let out soft groans and whispy moans, but john's greedy, he needs to hear more.

You'd have to calm him when he gets angsty about your monotone face, he'll try to go feral on you and next you know, you're having an ice bath because of hickeys running from your neck to your ass.

Will mellow out and just accept your reactions for what they are, though this does mean he's more vocal in a different way, talking your head off about cuming in you and whatever else, constantly asking you if you're enjoying yourself, nipping at your face when you don't reply fast enough.

And she's making moves on you now, clearly wanting to steer your makeout sessions to the bedroom.

His annoying ass gives you shit about it of course, fake whining that you're using him and questioning how "no one had touched yer pretty pussy already, i mean lookat yer"

He agrees anyway, no without making your, jokingly of course, promise to come crawling back to him if things dont work out with your girlfriend.

He teaches you the basics, how to kiss, how to touch, how to lick a strip from the hole to the clit, the lession not ending until you've made his cunt cream atleast three times.

You're tired, spent, just did the most sexual work you've ever did in your life, johnny kissing you on your cheek and sending you on your way, promising to teach you how to properly use a strap in your next lession.

Not even a week and your girlfriend dumps you, not for anyone else of course, not even cause she found out you've been getting lessions from someone else. It's because you're a freak, you bite, you lick, you tackle her in excitement whenever you see her, you run on all fours when you feel a power surge, you're just weird. And learning how to have sex just made you even more strange. You still lick, bite, and pounce, but now you have more areas of attack. Nevermind that johnny praised you for doing all those things, said it pushed him to the edge faster.

So here you ended up on the floor infront of soap, because he wasnt kidding about you having to crawl when you came back to him

A click came from the cuffs that snapped around your wrists, distorting your arms uncomfortably behind your back.

"Perra tonta!" Valeria grumbled, pushing your chest into the mattress and presenting your ass to her, instinctively arching your back, erect cock twitching without stimulation, already turned on by the irritation radiating off her.

At Least it's just annoyance and not the white hot anger she displayed when she first came home, simmering in her feelings from a job done horrible, a job you can only speculate about, to find out you were out at a nightclub flirting with other people.

People that'll never be seen again, but thats besides the point. The point is your lover wasn't giving you enough attention, so you went looking for it. And maybe her being jealous was just a little bonus.

The moment she walked into the club and saw you grinding your hips to a song with other men and women, she grabbed you by the back of your neck, hauling your ass back home, curses and growls falling from her mouth the way home.

You know val would never hurt you. Never hurt you on purpose. But you were worried about how far she'll take this, how much of her energy she'll take out of you. The thought made your cock twitch.

You had never been in this position before, only ever entertaining the idea of pegging when valeria would threaten to show you your place, you never thought she'd go through with it one day.

"Entonces quieres ser una maldita mocosa?" She slapped your ass, leaving a reddening handprint behind. It almost caused you to black out.

"Primero tengo que lidiar con alejandro" She spread your asscheeks apart and spit into your hole, pressing a thumb down on it.

"Ahora vuelvo a casa para tratar contigo" She lightly tapped one of your thighs before reaching over to grab your hair, twisting your head to the side to guage your facial expression.

"You want my attention? You have my attention”

She looked into your eyes for a split moment before slowly leaning down towards your backside and breathing on your balls, causing a small twitch from your cock, which she seemed to have noticed if that sharp breathy exhale was a laugh.

A small kiss was placed on your balls, barely strong enough to give you any real pleasure, but you were guessing that's what she was going for, teasing you until you couldn't handle it anymore and begged her to fuck you.

You were strong, but not that strong. If she kept on going with this, you'd practically pray to her like a god just to put you out of your misery. You didn't understand if she was doing this for your pleasure or hers, but hope she's merciful enough to give you a break.

Once the kissing moved from your balls to the rim of your asshole, she stuck out her tongue and gave it a lick. You thanked the universe for you having a regular cleansing schedule, not to say you were a clean freak, but you made sure all parts of your body were thoroughly cleansed.

She went back down to lick a stripe from your balls back up to your hole and repeatedly did that, stopping only when she got bored of it and curiously poked her tongue into your ass, wiggling her tongue around to get a reaction from you.

And a reaction she got, because you let out such a high pitched moan, porn stars would applaud you for your accuracy.

You had never had anything inside your hole, nor have you ever thought it'll feel this good, all she did was insert the tip of her tongue and she had you mewing like a bitch.

"Fuck"

You arched your back in silent submission, raising your ass into her face, smacking your thigh for almost suffocating her. "Comportarse baby”

She lets you settle down for a few seconds before diving right in, forming a pattern of licking then kissing your hole, flattening her tongue before worming it into you again.

You gripped the sheets, fighting with everything in you to keep the noise level down, clinging onto a stubborn form of dignity, not coping with the fact that you are not winning this battle, it was like her mind was constantly in a brainstorm of what to punish you with, what could she use against you, how could she make your own body betray you.

She paused, leaving you in anticipation before she kissed at your rim again and began sucking, gripping your hips and holding you in place when you started to wiggle around and attempt an escape.

She muffled something into your skin, but all you could pay attention to was the way it vibrated your skin, and added on to the torture your girlfriend was making you go through.

Not like you didn't have a safe word, val even sat there with you and taught you the correct pronunciation of roja,,, technically you should be saying rojo but valeria likes to do things her way,,, just so you could tap out.

With all the pleasure happening to your body, you forgot what a safeword even was. Thank god you have a lover who doesn't believe pain is a good teaching method for her pets.

Spit and slick ran down you thighs as val sucked and licked at your hole, if you werent almost fucked outta your mind you'd suspect she was prepping you for something.

She backed away from you and sat up on her thighs, you hadn't even noticed that she ditched most of her clothes and remained in only a spaghetti strap shirt and her panties. You marveled at her body until you felt something poking at your backdoor again, concern written on your face since clearly it isn't her tongue.

"Awe look at your face, so nervous all the time." The thing prodding at your ass pushed further in, causing you to clench your stomach and let out a goat-like bleat, blood flushing to your face in embarrassment.

She was softly pumping a finger past your rim, looking down at you in amusement. "Thought i had a pájaro cantor, not a cabra ruidosa"

You could understand someone speaking to you, not yet at the level to speak the language yourself, when you understood she just called you a goat, you let out another bleat of embarrassment, not on purpose of course.

She sped up her fingering, feeling around your gummy walls to find out what made you tick, what other noises did you make. Though she brushed past your prostate a few things, it still wasn't enough to drive you towards cumming.

She suddenly gripped your shaft and rubbed her thumb over your tip, dick reacting to her touch with a couple beads of precum dripping out, which she in turn used as a lubricant to start pumping you.

"Good boy" She praised your dick like it was it's own entity, which at this point it was, acting on it's own self interest and forcing you to buck into her hand, muffling your whimpers within the pillows of her bed.

You felt her shove another finger in and used them to thrust and scissor your asshole open, letting a glob of spit fall from her lips to make the process easier.

For some reason she held off your orgasm until she slipped three of her fingers inside you, twisting her hand and letting you spill into her face, giving her balls a light smack with her wet fingers.

She scooped some of your cum from her hand and used it to shove her fingers into you a few times, feeling your own cum drip down her thigh and stain the bed sheets.

She slid into your ass a few times until your cum made it easier to slip in, letting out a groan of satisfaction before backing off and climbing off the bed, leaving you to catch your breath and come down from your orgasm.

You were suddenly flipped onto your back, legs wide open and sweating like you just ran a marathon.

You laid there and focused on your breathing, dropping your head into the mattress, trying to relax.

There were some sounds of boxes moving and rummaging around before she seemed to find what she was looking for and held it out into the air, waving it for you to see, eyes peeking over the edge of the bed, taunting you.

It was a six inch thick dildo, fake veins modeled into the plastic, curved upwards, the same tan brown as your girlfriend was, pinkish hue of the tip and firm balls making it all the more realistic. You swallowed.

Quickly clipping the strap to her waist, she hopped on the bed before you could react to what you just saw, before the weight of the situation hit you. Grabbing your rehardening cock and slipping a ring around it, flicking it a few times to make sure it held in place tight.

"Thanks for helping me prep you cabra ruidosa" Your legs are thrown over her muscular shoulders in a flash right before you feel a heavy weight ram into the rim of your hold, your insides causing resistance that she didn't seem to mind.

She bucks the fat tip against your rim a few more times, pushing herself in your ass, using your previously scooped cum to make her entrance easier, slicker, staring down at the connection until she bottomed out, letting out a impressed exhale at how well you took her, ignoring the high pitched squeal you made when her plastic dick slammed into your prostate.

She's angrily ranting above you, you cant even hear what's she's saying, your body is busy mewing, moaning, and gripping at the sheets, feelings drool fall from the corner of your mouth when her dick would bump into your sweet spot, nose scrunching up when your felt your cock ring hold you back from release, feeling like you were stuck in a limbo of pleasure, pain, and sick teasing.

Your brain was busy processing everything that led you to this situation, swerving in and out of being able to form coherent thoughts, and thinking of valeria's tits while she pounded into you, you wish you could pull her shirt off yourself, feel the pebbled nippled roll around in your fingers.

"All i want to do is come home and relax" She grabs both of your legs and starts pushing them past your head, putting your flexibility to the test "You more needy than my shooters or what!"

She lightly slaps your face to get you to focus on her again but you're on cloud 9, head foggy and body filled with nothing but pleasure, no thinking on your end.

"Might be more stupid too" She growled, stopping abruptly, slipping your dildo out of you with such force it almost made you bark. "Better be lucky i got stabbed in the legs, going easy on you”

She swiftly unbelts her strap-on, throwing it to the side and pushing hair out of her face.

While she was stripping nude, your body finally caught up to the sudden halt in pleasure, you get this was a punishment but this was an extreme form of edging. You whined.

"Quiet" Shirt and bra thrown to the side, you might be edged but at least your prayers were answered.

She pinned your legs to the bed underneath her thighs, scooting up towards your crotch until your dick rubbed up against her exposed clit, letting out a shaky breath. "Here's a deal"

She grabbed your hand and directed it towards her glistening cunt, slick making a mess out of both of you. "If you can make me cum, i'll let you cum"

Your hardened cock jumped at the offer. You had came already tonight but that was a bit of an hour ago when she had first started your torture. You knew she was planning on using your body to get her there, and you would most certainly lose your mind before it was your turn, but you're not going to turn down the challenge of making your girl cum.

She started grinding down on your ringed cock, wet pussylips enveloping your shaft whenever she thrusted her hips upwards, clit and tip bumping into eachother in a rhythmic mess of pleasure and competition of who breaks first.

You slipped your fingers under the hood of her clit and started rubbing circles around her button, roughly pushing your finger in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself, earning a pleased growl from above, your queen's throne was starting to crumble.

You felt a burning sensation across your cheek, brain too fucked out to noticed you've just been slapped. "puta estúpida" she switched your fingers, focusing your thumb down on her clit. "Puedes ser más lenta"

In a flash, your ring was ripped off and thrown to the side, discarded in a haze. She grabbed your face and smashed your mouths against each other, not really a kiss as more of an aggressive makeout.

It didn't take but three of her thrusts until you were at your peak, an hour of orgasm denial and edging really taking a toll on you. You watched her eyes roll into the back of her head, a rush of fluids squirting down on your thighs, your own vision whitening, cock twitching before spurting out warm cum on your stomach, overflowing until it reached the sheets below.

You both collapse on the bed, heavy breathing filling the room for a few minutes until you feel valeria rise off you and slide on the side of the bed.

You weakly reached towards her. “Chill, i'm going to clean us up, feeling hungry?”