She’d gone from sensually aroused to needing to cum in an erotically charged exchange over a few short moments. She’d gone from being turned on by his words to being his, and only his Fuck Toy during those very same moments.
Not just wanting & needing him, but craving it.
He had her drooling, fingering her mouth, initially erotically, but then & now increasingly sadistically.
At the same time his fingers had been tender, trailing over her slit simultaneously, then sliding between her increasing wet, slippery petals to now Finger Fucking her as she dripped & splashed over his hand, her orgasm imminent.
She’d gone from moaning meekly to whimpering; now gasping in increasingly short breaths, uncontrollable as her body spasmed & trembled, her hands reaching for the back of his neck & caressing his cheek, encouragingly, even as she fought it. Not wanting to succumb: eyes rolling, head tilting back, shaking. He felt her gently pulling back so grabs at her throat, forcefully controlling her, refocusing her eyes on him.
She is lost in her feelings of sublime ecstasy, his fingers now frantic as she quivers on the peak of her wave, swapping a tired hand for a fresh one, rapidly pummelling her tight needy cunt effectively. His fingers thrusting to a filthy soundtrack; squelching & sucking, to & fro, in her.
She clenches, whining, unable to hold out any longer; releasing, screaming a long warbling scream, splashing, flooding.
Her body’s a shivering mess as he removes his soaked, glistening fingers from her, but rapidly forces them down her throat.
She sucks & laps like it’s a fix for her addiction, pulling his hand to her mouth with her own hands, almost desperately.
She’s feral, savouring her flavour, eyes wide, looking into his as she now can do nothing but crave what’s next?
However he desires to use his Fuck Toy?
She.
Is.
His.
🖤
#LustYfied+
She liked things
That maybe she should not...
She craved things
That many never dreamt of...
She had tasted things
That she could never forget...
But she wanted so much more…