She screamed her way through the last orgasm. Her fingers clawing at the wall at her back, her cunt pulsing and gripping him. Her body matching his thrusts as they began to build in urgency and momentum.
She reached forward, gripping his hips, trying to force him further inside her. He snarled at her, his hand wrapping itself around her throat. Squeezing harder and harder, she feels the blood loss as she goes slightly woozy and weak at the knees.
He holds her in place, while pulling out. He forces her to his knees as his other his other hand grips his cock, pumping the shaft back and forth. He groans loudly, emptying himself over her.
He enjoys the picture before him. On her knees in front of him, his essence and scent all over her naked body. She looks up at him expectantly. He orders her not to clean herself, to put her clothes back on and go back to work, wearing him and allowing others to smell him on her.
She smiles to himself, knowing that others will smell his cum on her. She had the feeling of deep seated satisfaction, knowing that she was his filthy little whore, who’s sole purpose was to please him, when, where and how he wanted…
