Quiet whispers that create seduction.
Desire.
Need.
Cravings.
Hunger driven kisses and gentle erotically charged touches that lead to greedy groans of lust.
Your head forced down into my lap.
Ordered to unzip me.
Your mouth forced onto my cock.
My hands gripping your hair and forcing you further.
Enjoying the feeling of you fighting to pull back.
The slurpy sounds as you gag violently.
The muffled squeal as I force my cock into your throat.
The way you feel fear gripping you.
The need to breathe becoming real and urgent.
Not yet little whore.
I cum before you breathe.
You serve me now like the little fucktoy whore that you are.
My needs now override yours.
Can you feel my cock thicken in your throat.
Yes little whore, I’m about to fill your fucking stomach with my seed.
You can’t take anymore?
Here, let me prove that untrue.
My hands grip your head tighter, forcing you down further.
I feel your fight lessen as you begin to go limp.
Now it’s time to cum inside you…
