❥ John having Simon punish you.
What better way to fix your woman’s attitude than to have your friend fuck her dumb? A nasty sight it was. Simon practically dwarfed your body in a way that seemed like you were about to get crushed. Tears stained on your chubby cheeks, your plump lips jutted out as groans were continuously forced out of you with every mean thrust that beast delivered, and the way your pretty hole stretched and creamed while trying to accommodate Simons's length. If John didn't know any better he would honestly feel bad at the way you were being fucked…It almost made him forget about your attitude earlier. Almost.
"Don't know why you keep lookin’ over at him, he ain’t gonna save you, love.” You could practically hear the condescension in Simon’s voice. That sick fuck enjoyed every second of this. How your greedy hole clenched around him tighter whenever you heard his voice or when you pleaded him to slow down despite the fact that your creamy cunt consistently leaking onto him. You would think he was the one you disrespected with the way he was beating your shit in.
“J-john, John please m’sorry!” another shaky babble that went straight to John's dick. He hated seeing his baby in pain but you needed to be set straight. You were spoiled without a doubt and it seemed to seep into your pretty little head. He was originally going to be the one to punish you, perhaps spanking your pretty ass until he felt like you learned your lesson or tying you down with a vibrator to your clit but John always caved into your pleas and cries. Besides, Simon always did well with intimidation.
“Bit too late for apologies, focus on this dick you're getting.” A languid roll made you practically gargle your moan. A firm hand press down on your back forcing you into an even deeper arch. You could feel his tip rut right into that spot of yours that made your stomach clench.
“Thats it, be quiet. Gotta teach your ass some manners, yeah?” He cooed, a please hum leaving his lips at the creamy ring being formed around the base of him.
“S-simon-” Your voice got cut off as thick fingers started to rub your clit. That warm pressure in your stomach that you were holding back started to get stronger. Your hands tried to reach back and push him away, trying to get a little mercy on your poor cunt yet your struggle only seemed to drive the brute even more.
You should’ve watched your attitude.
