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He used to just want me to be his good girl. Agreeable and open minded. But soon he wanted me to be his bad girl. Insatiable and a total slut for his cock. I think he preferred it. I know I do.
He teases me until I can’t take it any longer. Teases my pussy with his fingers until I cry for more. He resists, asking me again and again- the question he knows the answer to but it makes his cock ache to hear me answer him. “Do I own you, slut?”
“Yes,” I answer him, panting and thrashing against his three fingers pushed roughly inside me. Until I beg him like a dirty whore to stuff his cock in me and let me cum. Please let me cum. Sometimes he makes me wait, but sometimes he demands it of me. “Yes, bitch, cum. Cum on my fingers, now. Prove to me what a good slut you are. Grab my fingers with your cunt, whore. Cum for me, and then I will fuck you like the slut you are.” His thumb grazes over my clit and he presses hard into my g-spot, and I melt. He grips me. Rolls my sex, my whole being between his thumb and middle finger and pulls my orgasm from me as if he was pulling me out from underwater. I thrash, gasp for air, and burn. Before I melt into him. Soaking his fingers with my cream. Grateful. Thank you, thank you baby… thank you sir.
“Dirty bitch,” he spits at me, pushing me down on my back and climbing on me. He pushes his thick cock into my cunt, and feels me grip him, “Again!” he demands of me, and I cum again, without hesititation. He loves to fuck me while I’m cumming on his cock. He fucks my orgasm. He pushes hard into my cunt, riding out my waves and feeling the extra pulses of my cunt. Adoring me, loving me and hating me for the way I make him weak and unable to stay away.
His dirty bitch.
