Filthy

You were biting the pillow case— trying to keep your voice down but Sevika wasn’t letting you stay quiet.

“Ungh!” You winced when she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you arch.

Your ass hit her front— the wet slapping sound of skin loud as she pounded you from behind. Sevika was rough, her hand holding your hip in a bruising grip as she fucked you harder. Her length was thick, every thrust inside made your eyes roll back. The pleasure was overwhelming— you could barely even think right anymore.

“Mommy… I’m…” your pussy squeezed— you whined softly. “Gotta pee… please…”

“You wanna piss, huh?”

Sevika’s other hand, the cold metallic one reached down, steel pressed against where your bladder was supposed to be.

You got goosebumps— the urge to let it out building, “no! Mommy, mommy— I don’t wanna just— I—”

“Fuck,” she grunted when you clenched again, “you’re sayin’ that and squeezin’ me tighter.”

“I’m—...” You buried your face in the pillows, a small whimper leaving you as a little bit of the liquid escaped you.

Sevika smirked, “there y’go, filthy girl.”

“It’s gonna come out…”

Your body was shaking beyond your control, you couldn’t stop yourself as the rest of it left you, dampening your thighs and her length. Sevika pulled back a little just to make a clicking sound with her tongue.

“Fuuuuuck, baby, you made a mess.” She crooned as if she was merely pointing out a minor inconvenience, and not you wetting the bed, “that gets you goin’, hmm?”

“I swear I just… I didn’t…”

“Shh,” she turned you around, cupping your face with one hand, “you’re so fucking hot.”

you comply, mouth falling open for her, laying your tongue out over your bottom lip. a content moan catching in your throat when Sevika spits directly into your awaiting mouth. as if trained to do so you swallow before she can make another move. excepting to please her, your stomach flips watching the corner of her mouth twitch into a frown. Sevika tuts, “greedy.” releasing your jaw, her hand returns to lay a scolding swat to the side of your face, muttering, “again.”

blinking up at her with a watery, frustrated look, you part your lips once again. wider this time. Sevika’s spit lands heavy on your tongue, a mix of hers and your drool dripping lewdly from the tip of your tongue. she doesn’t wait to slide her fingers into your mouth, two of her thick digits pressing deeper and coating you in your essence.