They’d hugged, they’d kissed, they’d grinned Like kids so damned bubbly happy to be with each other
They’d hugged, they’d kissed, they’d grinned Like kids so damned bubbly happy to be with each other And now she was leading him upstairs to her bed Where his voice had forced her orgasms so many times So many times So fuucking hard The bed besides which through headphones the voice had made her strip Her dress, her bra, her panties And to stand Legs apart, ashamed and naked until she trembled As he slowly filled her head with his fingers and his slappy palms and the strong grip of his hands And of his clothed and heavy cocked self Circling around her Forcing her to play with herself Forcing her to stop Forcing her to waver on aching arches with her hands behind her head Her pussy throbbing, her clit screeching for attention And then new commands And she would smack and pinch and crush her tenderest flesh And be stopped And be fucking herself again Over and over until she came shrieking and sobbing and spasming on collapsing legs To that voice .. And now he was really here .. And she pulled him to her bed Where they would soon be laughing and fucking and cuddling And she reached for his fly And she would soon be sucking on his cock And she would have his arms around her .. He gripped her wrists Brought them back to her sides .. And there came the voice Telling her to stand by the bed Telling her to strip Dress, bra, panties. To stand naked and ashamed Before his clothed self With his practicality of pockets With his solid weapon of a belt With his granite forearms below neatly rolled sleeves And there came the voice Telling her everything was the same She would be made to touch herself just the same That it cannot cross her mind to reach for him That it was forbidden to reach for him That standing over her he would work her harder String her out with no mercy That with his voice circling around her And his fingers randomly pinching and his palm casually slapping Everything would be impossibly more intense She had never known what ‘harder’ really meant Until he would say it to her now And she would hear it over and over He would pull her apart Avalanches of boulders would bounce through her as she came No mercy. No stopping the furious rub in the after And he would force her again And again And he would allow her the hope That he would stop And that they would laugh and fuck as the joyous friends and lovers that they were But she had to keep it just as hope Because he himself did not know if he could ever stop Not now. Not while he could see the drips already hurtling and weaving their ways down toward the backs of her knees -- source link
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