you took far too long.
( she'd watch him try and struggle to get used to the sensation of being so thoroughly ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ, the doctor's body could only accept what it had become, a piece of flesh for her length to bury itself in, a ๐ต๐ฐ๐บ. )
now then. bounce.
( letting his
neck go, the woman would fold her arms underneath her chest, leaving him to his own devicesโ he should know well but trying to do anything but further satisfy her desires would lead to permanent damage to his insides.
somehow even worse than the damage most likely already
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐ฐ.
( a scowl on her face at the disgraceful sight. the man looked similar to the plastic she'd used in the past, abdomen stretched grotesquely to accomodate the invasion )
you speak with confidence, sir herssen, yet your body could not handle the weight of your
words.
( raising him till the very tip, ruined hole trying and failing to let the flared tip out of its captivation.
๐๐น๐ฎ๐บ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ด him down, forcing more and more, making his body try and fail to take it. rubbing against prostate and bladder without even trying
( hand at his throat, gripping tight, dragged tight over him, tip of length pressed against his own sack, as if making fun of the difference in their sizesโ even if he was impressive for an average person. )
if you die, I have no intention to stop. spread your legs, before I
expected. his hole tried and failed to reject, the flat tip forcing it to stretch from the very get go which it failed to do fast enough for her liking.
a grunt, hand grabbing at one leg to push it even further aside, he hadn't even managed half. )
no.
( a globe of spit sent on to her cock, dripping down the horse shapped length as another after another would be generously given, till it shined, already starting to dry. )
breath inโ
( and she's angling him, pressing him down on to her with a harshness that was to be
don't even give you the right to spit.
( no preparation, no lube, just spit of all things. fleurdelys was ๐ค๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ญ, a demon in her own right as she looked over his figure, the curves of his hips, the plumpness of his chest, the nipples that looked ready to be bitten and tugged
the more you speak the more I desire to stuff your mouth full.
( what was he even mumbling about at this point? twitching against his chest while shifting her grip from his cheeks to his hairโ she would really lose her patience if he keeps this charade up. )
is that
nice enough to take your excuse as is? ๐ณ๐ผ๐ผ๐น.
( hands reaching to rip his clothes off of his body, coat littered to the floor in shreds while grip on his head tightened even more. )
this is your last chance. make your decision ๐ป๐ผ๐.
( her frown was deep, that was it )
oh is that so.
( the grip on his head would tighten, his body being raised and moved while his feet would soon leave the floor. she'd glare daggers into his soul while her length twitched at the loss of stimulation )
did you assume I was