When he lets out a deep chuckle as he denies you yet again.
He’s basking in the amusement of watching you squirm and beg. When he grabs your face, he licks the tears on your cheeks. He admires the bruises forming on your chest and neck before he says, “Beg me to let you cum.”
I want clamps to hang from my nipples while he watches me crawl to him from the couch.
My gaze bounces from the bulge in his pants, mouth watering at the sight, his lips, and his eyes.
His legs spread, collar and leash in hand as his smirk grows watching my tits swing.
It would be soooo terrible if I woke up in the middle of the night with a masked man’s hand around my mouth, his weight trapping me, and the tip of his cock teasing my pussy as he whispers in my ear, “You’re soaked, little one. Just like I knew you’d be.”
That feeling when he’s filled you to the brim- his hand around your throat, your makeup staining the pillow you’re biting down on while his cum slowly seeps out of you. He takes his fingers, coating them in his cum before pushing it back into you…