Imagine his voice whispering in your ear while he's fucking you hard enough to shake the bed.
“That's it, you're doing such a good job, taking me so well, being such a good girl for me. Look at you, so perfect, so pretty."
You're whining, moaning, whimpering desperately as every thrust overwhelms your senses. He's cooing at you, so sweet but so mean.
“There it is, I know just where you need it, don’t I? My sweet responsive girl. You can’t hide a thing from me, not a single slutty sound. Let me hear you. Every pretty little sound is mine."
Then, he pulls away just to be mean, drawing a plaintive whine from you. The dark satisfied arrogance is clear as day in his voice.
“So greedy. My greedy little girl. Can’t even wait a second, can you?”
He sinks back into you slowly, torturously, and you're crying, a broken, beautiful sound.
“There. See? Daddy gives you what you need.”
You're pulsing around him, pussy dripping around his cock.
“You feel that? You feel how deep I am? How full you are? That’s all me. I’m the only thing in that pretty little head of yours right now, aren’t I?”
And when he finally lets you cum, it's a bone-deep surge of pleasure, your brain scrambling to make sense of it all.
“That’s right. Mine. This tight, perfect cunt is mine. You come for me. You come on my cock, and you thank me for it. Do you understand?”
You're babbling nonsense, not a single thought left in your head. There's only him, overtaking every thought, every sense, every cell.
