mysterywriteher:We’ll start slow. Not because I’m concerned about you being able to take it . Not
mysterywriteher: We’ll start slow. Not because I’m concerned about you being able to take it . Not because I care about you getting used to it. Not because I give a fuck about your comfort. No. Because I get off on watching your throat struggle with it, watching the part of your body under your neck bulge and contort, stretching because of my thick meat, my body and how I’m using your body for my pleasure. Because I get off on watching your mouth spill with your own filthy drool as I slip more and more of myself into you, inch by inch. You salivate at the taste of my cock and try to make your mouth as wet as possible, try to make your face as pleasurable of a hole for me to fuck as possible. And in the process, all that drool you can’t contain in your mouth, all the drool you’re saving up that doesn’t have room thanks to my length and girth – it spills forward, making you look like the needy, desperate little whore we both know you really are. Because I get off on watching your eyes. Because despite how I’m using you, humiliating you, reducing you to a pathetic fuck toy as opposed to the strong, intelligent woman you usually are – despite all of that? Your eyes are pleading for it. Pleading for more. “Whatever you want,” your eyes tell me. “Fuck my face in. Fuck it ugly. I don’t care. I only want this. I only want to be used for your pleasure. Use me slow. Use me rough. My face, my body: it’s all yours.” And soon, I will use you. Soon I’ll find out just how rough you can take it. Just how hard your skull can get fucked before I break you. But for now? Slow. I want to watch that bulging throat, that drooling mouth, those pleading eyes just a little bit longer. -- source link