My face is on the floor. Ass up. You’re kneeling behind me, watching. You’ve made me edge again and again. Taking my hand away at the last moment. Making me slap my cunt until it’s red and swollen, then rub it again. I’m so sensitive. I’m crying, begging you to stop.
Please, no more. My clit hurts, please sir.
“Don’t you want my cock, slut? I’m going to fuck you, whore. You should be thankful. Beg for it.”
Please, it hurts, please, sir. Please fuck me with your cock, sir. I’m sorry, sir. You reach between my legs and pull on my puffy red lips.
“Does that hurt, slut?” God. Yes. It hurts. Please.
“Should I have mercy on you?” Oh god, yes. Mercy. Please. Sir.
Your voice cuts through, “Beg me to take your ass instead, whore.” Fuck. My ass. You’ve never fucked my ass. My tight little asshole still burns and fights the plug, how can I take your cock?
“I asked you a question,” your hand slaps my cunt, hard. “Sounds like you’d rather play with your cunt some more,” another slap. I scream.