Slave for sex

The girl tugs her blonde hair behind one ear and runs a slow hand between her thighs. She likes the game. A quick jerk at the roots and she drops to her knees, lips parting, ready to show who’s in charge. His grip tightens. One shove and she takes him deep, throat stretching, eyes watering. Spit glistens at the corner of her mouth as she bobs, gagging softly around the thickness. She hums, fingers buried between her legs, working her clit in fast circles while her free hand strokes the base. Another sharp pull forces her down until her nose presses into his skin, and she stays there, throat fluttering, breathing through it. She keeps touching herself, faster now, legs shaking. A low moan vibrates along his length. He holds her steady, hips barely moving, letting her feel every inch she has taken. Her fingers never stop. She arches, coming hard, tears slipping down her cheeks, mouth still full, body trembling with the rush.