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You’ve arrived wearing a sheer blouse that clings to your skin, paired with a skirt so tight it might as well be painted on. It’s easy to picture you strutting here, your voluptuous ass swaying with every step, exaggerating your hip movements to make every man turn his head. The boldest ones can’t resist adjusting their bulges and whispering lewd compliments your way. You just flash them a mischievous smile and thank them, but we both know you’ve already got someone lined up to give you what you really crave.
The moment you step through the door, I don’t waste any time. Without a word, I pin you against the wall and devour your mouth with mine, my tongue tangling with yours as my hands slowly slide up your skirt—tight as a second skin. I take my time, making you ache with anticipation as our saliva mixes and our tongues dance together. Suddenly, I pull back and spit directly into your mouth. You lick your lips, your eyes locked on mine with a look of such raw lust that it makes my cock throb painfully, desperate to be inside you.
I spin you around and press you face-first against the wall, my body crushing yours as I yank your skirt up, exposing your ass in those black panties—luxury lingerie that screams class but is meant to tease a man senseless. I grab them roughly and pull, stretching the fabric until it digs into your pussy lips, drawing a moan from you. You can feel your clit hardening against the soaked material, struggling to contain the flood of arousal pouring from your cunt.
With your panties still taut, I trail my tongue along your neck, nip at your ear, and whisper, “I’ve told you a thousand times, panties are for decent ladies.” With a sharp pull, I rip the delicate silk, and you stifle a little scream—a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re a filthy slut who should go bare, a tramp here to get pounded by a thick cock before going back to her boring life.”
I savor the feel of your ass in my hands as you wiggle it playfully. Out of nowhere, I deliver a sharp smack that makes you jump, followed by several more until your cheeks are flushed red. “Is that clear?” “Yes… you bastard…” you breathe, grinding your bottom against my growing erection. “I want your cock… do whatever you want with me.”
Facing each other again, I run my fingers along your wet slit while my other hand gropes your breasts through your blouse. Your pussy is on fire, dripping wet. I gather a generous amount of your juice on my fingers and bring it to your mouth. You stick out your tongue like a little dog, lapping it up, tasting your own arousal. You try to tease me by sucking my fingers as if they were a cock, making loud sucking noises. You’d love for me to force you to your knees, grab your hair, and fuck your mouth ruthlessly like I’ve done before. But this time, I’ve got something else in mind.
My fingers delve into the scorching depths between your legs, slick with your relentless flow of wetness. They slide in and out with a soft squelching sound. Mischievously, you clench your pussy around them and push your hips forward for more friction as I stroke your G-spot and rub your swollen clit with my thumb.
With a breathless voice, you beg on the brink of orgasm: “Fuck me now… pound me with your cock, you son of a bitch…” In response, I yank your blouse open, buttons flying, and pull your breasts out over the cups of your bra, which I don’t bother to unhook. Your nipples are hard, begging to be sucked and bitten, stretched between my teeth as my fingers continue to stretch your pussy without mercy.
Finally, you can’t take it anymore; your legs give out, and I have to hold you up. I position you bent over the back of the sofa, legs spread, ass up. Your skirt is bunched around your waist, and your blouse is in tatters.
You can’t see what’s coming, but the soft jingling sound gives you a clue, and you shiver as the cold metal touches you for the first time, confirming your suspicions. It’s a pair of silver Ben Wa balls that I slide along your hot, swollen pussy lips, coating them in your juices and letting them vibrate against your clit. When I start to insert them, you whine in a pouting tone: “They’re too big, they won’t fit.” “They’re not that big,” I lie blatantly because they’re the largest I could find in the sex shop—heavy enough that the slightest movement makes them quiver; when they clink together, the vibration becomes deeper.
It takes some effort to get the first one in, but the way I’ve stretched you with my fingers and how aroused you are make it easier. “Asshole, they’re huge,” you protest again, but your greedy little pussy tells a different story. It opens and closes eagerly, ready to swallow the second ball, which slides in more smoothly, filling you completely, leaving your vagina slightly gaping, the metal gleaming inside.
When I grasp your hips and move them slowly, the shifting of the balls inside you makes you purr like a kitten; again, a couple of hard slaps on your ass are enough to trigger a small orgasm from the vibrations.
I part your buttocks with my thumbs, exposing your puckered hole like a ripe fruit. I spit, letting the saliva drip slowly before licking the folds of your anus and indulging in a wet rimjob. That saliva is the only lubricant when I slide a finger into your ass to start stretching you while I nibble on your buttocks. Given your love for anal sex, it doesn’t take much to add a second finger and move them in slow circles. I want to open you up but not too much; I want you tight when I finally enter you with my cock.
The tip goes in fine, but the thickness of the shaft requires taking it slow. I like making you beg for it. “Fuck me already… you big bastard… give it to me in the ass with that fat cock.”
I ignore you, slowly pushing it in until halfway, feeling the balls through the wall separating your vagina from your anus. You’re so kinky that you’re clenching your ass to grip my cock and moving your hips to tease me. Only then do I thrust it all the way in with a sharp push, to the balls; making you let out a muffled scream.
The balls clink together inside you, and I can feel the vibration. It’s exactly what I anticipated. With each thrust, I feel them moving with the momentum. We share the vibration, spurring me on to fuck you harder.
“Just like that, just like that… fuck your whore’s ass… you’re killing me with pleasure.”
Your ass finally adjusts to the size of my cock, which now slides in and out like a steam engine, and your breasts bounce above your bra. I slip my hand between your legs; your thighs are soaked with your juices, and I stroke your clitoris.
You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had, but the feeling of my cock in your ass, the balls in your pussy, and my fingers pinching your clit at the same time is too intense. You buck like a wild mare, making things even better because I can feel how inside your pussy the Ben Wa balls are vibrating even stronger.
I grab your hair and lift your head; your eyes are glazed over, and you’re biting your lips. Slowly, I decrease the pace while licking the sweat from your neck; now I move more calmly and gently, but deeper. Breathless, you spout senseless obscenities.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you come here to be fucked like a bitch in heat?” “Yes… yes… give me more…” you manage to say through gritted teeth.
I start fucking you again with fury, selfishly seeking my own pleasure; the balls seem to go crazy, sliding up and down your vagina.
“Tighten that pussy, because if one of those balls comes out, I’ll punish you.”
You moan, possessed by pleasure, out of control. I feel my orgasm approaching, and I suddenly pull on the string of the balls, causing you a devastating orgasm. They come out with a loud “Ploff” and bring with them a small waterfall of fluid at the same time that I flood you with waves of thick semen. I keep pumping until I’m completely satisfied with you; I leave you on the sofa and smile seeing you with your pussy wide open and your ass leaking cum. I grab you by the hair again, but this time to kiss you on the mouth and tell you: “Call home and make up some excuse because I want you to spend the night here; I’m not done with you yet.”
The moment you step through the door, I don’t waste any time. Without a word, I pin you against the wall and devour your mouth with mine, my tongue tangling with yours as my hands slowly slide up your skirt—tight as a second skin. I take my time, making you ache with anticipation as our saliva mixes and our tongues dance together. Suddenly, I pull back and spit directly into your mouth. You lick your lips, your eyes locked on mine with a look of such raw lust that it makes my cock throb painfully, desperate to be inside you.
I spin you around and press you face-first against the wall, my body crushing yours as I yank your skirt up, exposing your ass in those black panties—luxury lingerie that screams class but is meant to tease a man senseless. I grab them roughly and pull, stretching the fabric until it digs into your pussy lips, drawing a moan from you. You can feel your clit hardening against the soaked material, struggling to contain the flood of arousal pouring from your cunt.
With your panties still taut, I trail my tongue along your neck, nip at your ear, and whisper, “I’ve told you a thousand times, panties are for decent ladies.” With a sharp pull, I rip the delicate silk, and you stifle a little scream—a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re a filthy slut who should go bare, a tramp here to get pounded by a thick cock before going back to her boring life.”
I savor the feel of your ass in my hands as you wiggle it playfully. Out of nowhere, I deliver a sharp smack that makes you jump, followed by several more until your cheeks are flushed red. “Is that clear?” “Yes… you bastard…” you breathe, grinding your bottom against my growing erection. “I want your cock… do whatever you want with me.”
Facing each other again, I run my fingers along your wet slit while my other hand gropes your breasts through your blouse. Your pussy is on fire, dripping wet. I gather a generous amount of your juice on my fingers and bring it to your mouth. You stick out your tongue like a little dog, lapping it up, tasting your own arousal. You try to tease me by sucking my fingers as if they were a cock, making loud sucking noises. You’d love for me to force you to your knees, grab your hair, and fuck your mouth ruthlessly like I’ve done before. But this time, I’ve got something else in mind.
My fingers delve into the scorching depths between your legs, slick with your relentless flow of wetness. They slide in and out with a soft squelching sound. Mischievously, you clench your pussy around them and push your hips forward for more friction as I stroke your G-spot and rub your swollen clit with my thumb.
With a breathless voice, you beg on the brink of orgasm: “Fuck me now… pound me with your cock, you son of a bitch…” In response, I yank your blouse open, buttons flying, and pull your breasts out over the cups of your bra, which I don’t bother to unhook. Your nipples are hard, begging to be sucked and bitten, stretched between my teeth as my fingers continue to stretch your pussy without mercy.
Finally, you can’t take it anymore; your legs give out, and I have to hold you up. I position you bent over the back of the sofa, legs spread, ass up. Your skirt is bunched around your waist, and your blouse is in tatters.
You can’t see what’s coming, but the soft jingling sound gives you a clue, and you shiver as the cold metal touches you for the first time, confirming your suspicions. It’s a pair of silver Ben Wa balls that I slide along your hot, swollen pussy lips, coating them in your juices and letting them vibrate against your clit. When I start to insert them, you whine in a pouting tone: “They’re too big, they won’t fit.” “They’re not that big,” I lie blatantly because they’re the largest I could find in the sex shop—heavy enough that the slightest movement makes them quiver; when they clink together, the vibration becomes deeper.
It takes some effort to get the first one in, but the way I’ve stretched you with my fingers and how aroused you are make it easier. “Asshole, they’re huge,” you protest again, but your greedy little pussy tells a different story. It opens and closes eagerly, ready to swallow the second ball, which slides in more smoothly, filling you completely, leaving your vagina slightly gaping, the metal gleaming inside.
When I grasp your hips and move them slowly, the shifting of the balls inside you makes you purr like a kitten; again, a couple of hard slaps on your ass are enough to trigger a small orgasm from the vibrations.
I part your buttocks with my thumbs, exposing your puckered hole like a ripe fruit. I spit, letting the saliva drip slowly before licking the folds of your anus and indulging in a wet rimjob. That saliva is the only lubricant when I slide a finger into your ass to start stretching you while I nibble on your buttocks. Given your love for anal sex, it doesn’t take much to add a second finger and move them in slow circles. I want to open you up but not too much; I want you tight when I finally enter you with my cock.
The tip goes in fine, but the thickness of the shaft requires taking it slow. I like making you beg for it. “Fuck me already… you big bastard… give it to me in the ass with that fat cock.”
I ignore you, slowly pushing it in until halfway, feeling the balls through the wall separating your vagina from your anus. You’re so kinky that you’re clenching your ass to grip my cock and moving your hips to tease me. Only then do I thrust it all the way in with a sharp push, to the balls; making you let out a muffled scream.
The balls clink together inside you, and I can feel the vibration. It’s exactly what I anticipated. With each thrust, I feel them moving with the momentum. We share the vibration, spurring me on to fuck you harder.
“Just like that, just like that… fuck your whore’s ass… you’re killing me with pleasure.”
Your ass finally adjusts to the size of my cock, which now slides in and out like a steam engine, and your breasts bounce above your bra. I slip my hand between your legs; your thighs are soaked with your juices, and I stroke your clitoris.
You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had, but the feeling of my cock in your ass, the balls in your pussy, and my fingers pinching your clit at the same time is too intense. You buck like a wild mare, making things even better because I can feel how inside your pussy the Ben Wa balls are vibrating even stronger.
I grab your hair and lift your head; your eyes are glazed over, and you’re biting your lips. Slowly, I decrease the pace while licking the sweat from your neck; now I move more calmly and gently, but deeper. Breathless, you spout senseless obscenities.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you come here to be fucked like a bitch in heat?” “Yes… yes… give me more…” you manage to say through gritted teeth.
I start fucking you again with fury, selfishly seeking my own pleasure; the balls seem to go crazy, sliding up and down your vagina.
“Tighten that pussy, because if one of those balls comes out, I’ll punish you.”
You moan, possessed by pleasure, out of control. I feel my orgasm approaching, and I suddenly pull on the string of the balls, causing you a devastating orgasm. They come out with a loud “Ploff” and bring with them a small waterfall of fluid at the same time that I flood you with waves of thick semen. I keep pumping until I’m completely satisfied with you; I leave you on the sofa and smile seeing you with your pussy wide open and your ass leaking cum. I grab you by the hair again, but this time to kiss you on the mouth and tell you: “Call home and make up some excuse because I want you to spend the night here; I’m not done with you yet.”
