Her clit was swollen wet and throbbing and now it was covered in her favorite thing. It was always a war in her mind as they played, where did she want him to cum most? It was always up to Him, where he would finish, but she liked to think about where she would choose and sometimes she would beg for where she hoped for it.
Her face? Where she would feel the hot sensation of his pleasure dot across her lips and cheeks and hopefully get at least a taste? Her chest… So she could feel the warmth of him across her nipples and over her heart? Inside her? Where with the last thrust she could feel him explode with satisfaction? In her ass where it hurt in the best way? In her mouth? Where she could taste every delicious drop of his cum as she swallowed, coating her mouth and throat? Or on her pussy… where if He felt she deserved it, she could use the velvety wetness to edge herself for him again.
She hadn’t gotten to cum in 89 days. They had started slow. First one week. Then one month. He was kind to her and let her try another singular month but on the second month, on day 23… she couldn’t stop herself and she exploded in ecstasy while he fucked her… and while she wanted to be a good girl, she had wondered what would happen if she broke the rules…
Cumming felt so wonderful. Being good made her proud. But what would happen if she was a little bit bad… so that day as she rode his cock and he choked her, vibrator against her clit, about to edge for the 10th time that day… she let herself go over the edge.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rrhx8k/what_would_it_be_like_to_be_a_little_bit_bad