think about being trapped beneath me… how would you beg?

Title: “Beg for Me, Like in the Video”

The room was dimly lit, the one sound the mushy hum of the air conditioner and my more and more heavy respiration. She was mendacity on the mattress, her eyes closed and arms clasped tightly at her sides, a refined quiver in her physique. I slowly instructed her to think about herself within the video, a sensual self-recorded clip of her rocking beneath me, her face a canvas of uncooked lust, submission, and desperation.

“Remember how you gasped when I pressed against you in the video? How your legs trembled at my touch?” I whispered in her ear, my voice sending shivers down her backbone. She nodded, biting her lip.

I ran my fingers flippantly alongside her collarbone, right down to her navel, and he or she sucked in a breath. My lips traced the curve of her neck, enamel grazing her pores and skin. “Beg for me, like you did in the video,” I ordered. A jolt ran by means of her physique, and he or she whimpered.

“Please… please don’t stop,” she pleaded, voice wavering between subspace and fantasy. “I need you, need your touch, your body.”

I chuckled darkly and leaned again on my knees between her thighs. I regarded down at her flushed face, ingesting in her wanton expression. I drew imaginary circles on her interior thigh, teasingly near the place she was aching for my contact. She clenched her legs collectively, however I firmly unfold them open once more.

“Patience,” I admonished. “You want this? You want me to make you feel as good as in the video?”

“Yes!” she cried out. “Yes, please! I want you! I need you to fill me up, to fuck me hard!”

I smiled cruelly, transferring as much as hover over her, my hips aligned with hers. She glanced down between us and whimpered on the sight of my arduous size. I might really feel the warmth radiating off her core.

“Beg some more. Let me hear you moan and plead for me like the cock-hungry little slut you are,” I commanded.

“Fuck me, Master!” She bucked her hips up desperately towards my erection. “Please fuck me hard and deep, fill me up! I’m so empty, I need your cock so badly!”

I clucked my tongue. “Still not convinced you’re begging hard enough. Let’s see you put on a real show for me.”

To her dismay, I shifted off her and lay on my facet, propping my head up on a hand. I gestured for her to get on her arms and knees. She obeyed with a whine.

In this place, I had an ideal view of her glistening pussy. I trailed a finger alongside her slit, and he or she let loose a pointy cry. Her hips jerked again towards my hand involuntarily.

“Mmm, you’re soaked,” I purred. “Look at you, so desperate to be filled. Elbows on the bed, ass up, arch your back like in the video.”

She complied, burying her face within the pillow to muffle her moans as I started to slowly circle her clit with a fingertip, often urgent down. Her hips gyrated and bounced, looking for extra friction.

“Master, please! I need your cock, I’m aching to feel you. Please stop teasing me, pound me into the mattress!” she panted.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I replied mirthfully and smacked her ass arduous. She yelped after which encouragingly wiggled her hips.

I positioned myself behind her, my shaft nudging towards her entrance. She tensed with anticipation. I snapped my hips ahead, burying myself to the hilt in a single arduous thrust. She wailed in a mixture of ache and pleasure.

“Oh fuck yes! So big, you’re splitting me open! More, fuck me harder!” she babbled incoherently, eyes rolled again in bliss.

I set a brutal tempo, slamming into her so deeply it moved her up the mattress with every stroke. Her breasts bounced wildly with the pressure of my thrusts. I reached round to roughly palm them, tugging on her nipples. She screamed in ecstasy.

“Ever so eager to milk my cock, aren’t you?” I grunted, pistoning out and in of her quivering sheath. “Such a good little fuck toy. Take it all, moan for me.”

Her cries echoed off the partitions as I relentlessly hammered her G-spot. She was a writhing mass of overstimulated nerves, surrendering utterly to the fervor overcoming her. The headboard slammed the wall with the ferocity of my thrusts.

“Master, you’re going to make me come!” she shrieked, her pussy clenching like a vice round me. “Please fill me, paint my insides!”

With an animalistic growl, I drove into her one final time and erupted, flooding her channel with thick spurts of my seed. She shuddered and wailed as her personal orgasm crashed over her, her pulse thrumming round my still-spurting cock.

“Fuck yes, Master!” she sobbed, waves of delight wracking her physique. I slumped towards her again, hips stuttering with aftershocks because the final flecks of cum had been milked from me.

When we each stopped shaking, I fastidiously pulled out. She fell onto her abdomen with a contented sigh, trying totally debased and used. I rested a possessive hand on her thigh.

“Not bad for an encore,” I mentioned, happy. “You did better than in the video. Now let’s get cleaned up before round two.”

She wiggled expectantly, grinning ear-to-ear as I chuckled and swatted her rear. She’d have new movies to report after tonight. Shallowly respiration heavy, I knew i needed to let an knowledgeable author I do know assist me end this text… I’m wondering?