Part 1 here
Part 2, written by M.
His tongue lashed in-and-out of her wet cunt, going deeper than she ever knew a tongue could possibly go. His tongue inside of her like a writhing cock- wet, hot and strong. He held both of her wrists together with his large, steel-trap strong hands and growled; he growled like a fucking lion tasting blood from a newly fallen prey. She fought and struggled but his grasp was so strong, she could do nothing to free herself.
He pulled away and pushed her legs up; then she felt his tongue rimming the edge of her asshole; first lightly and tenderly, then violently, almost vengefully. He took big lapping sweeps across her entire crotch and was licking her from ass to pussy as fast as he possibly could.
She felt dizzy. She felt lost. She was lost. She was engulfed in the vertigo of lust, inflicted upon her hot little pussy by his aggressive tongue. She had never been eaten like this before. It hurt so perfectly; just when she was about to scream out in pain from her peaking orgasm, he would back-off and lick her in a way that would wipe away the sharp pangs and replace it with torrents of pure ecstasy! His tongue had a mind of its own, and he seemed with ever stroke, to be settling a delicious score.
Finally focusing on her clit, she came hard. Slow and torturous. She couldn’t stop. Her cunt was flushing waves of wetness out in hot flashes of bliss. “Don’t stop- lick it…please” she begged.
“I’ll have you as I want you, whore” was his reply.
Finally, he released her sore wrists by throwing them towards her face with a powerful thrust; she flailed as if a tiny branch in the wind. He was so full of passion and rage that his strength was that much more intense.
She felt his hand once again on her; this time across her throat. He pushed down just enough to put fear in her eyes, then he crawled up to her ear and muttered “You fucking cunt. You dirty whore. You think you own me?” She was scared for a split second, then felt him release his grasp and move his hand up into her hair.
He slowly massaged her head and let her relax, once he felt her go limp with trust, her yanked her hair downward, causing her face to look directly upwards. He was kneeling over her, holding by her hair. His cock held tight in his hand. He was stroking it with a violent deliberation and it was bigger and thicker than she had ever seen it. When she opened up her mouth to let out a sound of protest, he thrust his swollen cock deep into her throat… she couldn’t breathe… she could think… she couldn’t care. She wanted him. She craved him. She yearned for nothing more than to have his cock buried deep into her mouth, violent and invading. Taking all he would dole out on her, letting him have his fitting revenge.
