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Again . . . "Stop." My hand wrenches away from the cunt he owns, muscles tense. A frustrated whimper escapes my lips. He raises an eyebrow. "Again." My fingers track back to touch his thing, sliding up from the greatest source of slime to gently flick the greatest source of pleasure. Eyes closing, I sink into the feeling, my fingers dancing in rhythm on and around that little button. He stands above me, rolling up his sleeves. Like a rollercoaster ascending to its highest point, the pleasure in my body builds. The rush is too much, too close. My eyes blink open and meet his face. I expect a reprieve, a command, but none comes. The frantic movement of my fingers slows as I try to avoid tipping over the edge. I whimper and plead with my eyes, my scrunched little face communicating the struggle to be good. He steps back and turns around, facing away from me. A groan of frustration slips out from the back of my throat, guttural and desperate. "Stop." He pauses, checking his phone. "Hands behind you." I comply but he doesn't need to look to know that I have. Minutes pass by in relative silence with only the slight tap of his fingers on the phone's screen. My mind is awash in near pleasure, in the ache of my body. I wait. "Again." He sounds distracted, like his mind is with someone else. My eyes tear but I begin again, dipping into my<b> wetness </font></b>and feeling that sense of relief. The rollercoaster has gotten taller each time, the height of the fall climbing with every round. My breath comes in spurts and pants, lined with effort and longing. He pockets his phone and turns back to me, nodding to acknowledge the scene in front of him. His phone goes off and he grabs it, turning his attention from me to whoever again. What can only be described as a squeal erupts from me, hurt and frustration echoing in its ring. He smiles behind his phone as I continue to rub and I'm too close. My hips are bucking at the air like a wild creature. He puts his phone away, his eyes focusing on my face, still smiling. "Stop." The frantic movement of my right hand immediately ceases, pulling away from my body like any touch might burn. "Let me see." I spread my legs further, like my knees are magnets of the same charge tethered only by my hips, and lean back onto my forearms. His smile has faded, replaced with casual contemplation. He studies his property and I'm acutely aware of my smell permeating the room. Suddenly, his foot rears back and he kicks me, his blow landing solidly between my legs. I howl in surprise and pain. He grins and kicks again. I struggle to keep my knees apart now, they're aching to join together like the polarization of one has changed. I'm fighting nature and he kicks again. The tears my eyes have held since he picked up his phone are dripping down my cheeks. I'm breathing in short gasps between sobs. He kneels down and holds my face in his hands. He smiles and kisses my forehead gently before standing back up. "Again." |
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