#jolyne

yare yare dawa!🦋💫

Happy Birthday Jolyne Cujoh! 🦋

Jolyne presses the tip of the strap into your tight hole, you whimper as she pushes in, stretching you open. It’s too much, too big, your eyes start watering instantly. “J-Jolyne… fuck, it’s so deep already!”

“Aw, baby,” she coos, voice dripping with fake sympathy while she sinks another inch. “My poor girl can’t even take the first half without tearing up?”

Tears slip down your cheeks as she bottoms out, hips flush against your ass. You’re full, so fucking full, your pussy flutters against her cock, a broken sob leaves your throat. You try to grab at her arms but she pins your wrists above your head with one hand, leaning down until her lips brush your ear.

“Shh, shh. Don’t cry so loud, dumbass.”

She starts moving, rolling her hips in deep, steady thrusts that make your whole body jolt. Every time she drives in, a fresh wave of overwhelming pleasure-pain hits you and you can’t stop the whimpers spilling out. “T-too much… Jolyne puh— ahh! it’s t’much, I can’t—”

“You can and you will,” she growls, picking up the pace. Her free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her while she fucks you. “You asked for my cock like a desperate slut and now you’re gonna take it. Look at those pretty tears. God, you’re such a mess already.”

Your sobs mix with moans as she angles her hips and hits that spot inside you over and over. Your brain is melting. All you can do is cry and shake, legs trembling around her waist.

“F-fuck… I’m gonna— please!”

“Please what?” Jolyne laughs, degrading and sweet all at once. She leans down and licks a tear off your cheek. “Gonna cum from getting your pussy wrecked? C’mon, show me how stupid you get.”

She fucks you harder, your mind blanks until your babbling and begging so hard your voice cracks. Every thrust pushes another whimper out of you until you’re not even forming words anymore.

“That’s it,” she praises. “My dumb little pussy. Can’t even think when I’m inside you, can you? Just a hole for me to use.”

You cum hard, sobbing her name, body clenching around the strap while she keeps thrusting through it, dragging it out until you’re a twitching, tear-stained wreck underneath her. Jolyne doesn’t stop, just grins down at you like she owns every pathetic sound you make.

“Good girl. Now let’s see how much more you can cry for me.”