Ts Girl Fucks His Butt And Cums In His Mouth

The pounding was relentless, the slapping of skin against skin echoing through the dimly lit room. She was in control, her hips thrusting forward with precision as she buried herself deeper into his eager hole. He moaned, a primal sound of pleasure and submission, as she took him hard from behind. She gripped his hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck. He was her plaything, her toy, to use as she pleased.

She released her grip on his hair, reaching around with her free hand to stroke his throbbing member. She could feel him growing harder, more excited by her touch. She squeezed his cock, feeling his pulse quicken beneath her fingers. “You like that, don’t you?” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “You like being used like a little bitch.”

He could only manage a gasp in response, his body consumed by the intense sensations coursing through him. She stroked him faster, her hand moving in time with her thrusts. The double stimulation was almost too much to bear. He felt his orgasm building, his muscles tensing in anticipation.

But she wasn’t finished with him yet. She withdrew her throbbing member from his hole, turning him around to face her. She pushed him down onto his knees, her hand still wrapped around his aching cock. “Suck it,” she commanded, holding her glistening shaft inches from his face. “Clean up your mess.”

He obeyed, leaning forward to take her into his mouth. She groaned as his hot tongue slid around her shaft, lapping up the traces of his own essence. He sucked hungrily, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. She fucked his face, pushing herself deeper into his throat with each thrust.

He could feel his own cock throbbing, straining against her tight grip. He knew he was close, but he denied himself, focusing on pleasuring her instead. He wanted to taste her cum, to swallow every last drop.

She picked up her pace, her moans growing louder, more intense. She was close, teetering on the edge of climax. He looked up at her, his eyes locked on hers, silently begging for her release. She came with a scream, her seed shooting into his mouth, down his throat. He swallowed it greedily, the taste of her cum filling his senses.

She pulled back, gasping for breath. He licked his lips, savoring the lingering flavor of their mixed essences. She smiled down at him, pleased with his performance. “Good boy,” she purred. “You’ve earned a reward.”

She reached between his legs and a moment of confusion hit him when he felt the velvety softness of her own member in her hand. But deep down, he felt a surge to be used. He needed it, craved it. He looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Please,” he whimpered pathetically.

She understood his silent plea. She guided her shaft to his hole, rubbing the tip against his entrance. He shuddered in anticipation, his body relaxed and ready. She pushed forward, slowly, steadily, until she was fully sheathed inside him.

He gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure. She was so big, stretching him to his limits. But the pain quickly faded, replaced by a deep, satisfying fullness. She began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm. She took her time, savoring his tight heat, the way his muscles clenched around her.

He could feel his own arousal growing again, his cock throbbing between his legs. He reached down to stroke himself, but she stopped him, pushing his hand away. “No,” she said firmly. “Not until I say so.”

He whimpered, frustrated but obeying. She continued her slow, steady pace, bringing him closer and closer to the edge without allowing him release. Her hand found his prostate, rubbing it in tight circles. He cried out, his body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.

She angled her hips, driving deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside him with each thrust. He was dizzy with sensation, his vision blurred. He was so close, teetering on the brink of oblivion. But still, he held back, waiting for her command.

She could feel her own climax building again. She moved faster, harder, chasing her pleasure. He met each thrust, his hips bucking back against her, desperate for more. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, joined by their moans and cries of ecstasy.

She came with a shout, her cock pulsing inside him, flooding him with her hot seed. The sensation pushed him over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through him. He cried out her name, his cock spurting his load onto the floor as his body jerked and twitched with the force of his release.

She collapsed atop him, both of them panting, sweat-streaked and spent. She nuzzled his neck, her lips brushing his skin. “You were amazing,” she whispered. “I can’t wait until next time.”

He could only sigh in contentment, completely drained but already craving more of her touch. She was addictive, insatiable. And he knew he would never be able to resist her, her touch, her dominance.

As she pulled out, his body felt the loss instantly. He felt used and filthy, but thoroughly satisfied. He knew he would carry her scent, her taste, with him for days. A constant reminder of their encounter, his submission, his pleasure.

He laid there, basking in the afterglow, until she finally left. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He knew he should feel embarrassed, ashamed of his actions. But he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had never felt so alive, so complete.

With a satisfied smirk, he rolled over and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the next time they would meet. Of the next time he would submit, the next time he would be used for her pleasure. And he knew, without a doubt, that it would be the best kind of torture. One he would eagerly embrace again and again.