Moans Heard Through The Pillow Youre Pushing Her Head Into By A Fistful Of Her Hair Are 10x Prettier

Moans heard through the pillow you’re pushing her head into by a fistful of her hair are 10x prettier

I want nothing less than for you to ache for me every moment I’m not throbbing inside of you

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“B-but…I was…I was doing something…” she whines, her knees shaking as she grips the countertop, using it to hold herself up. The grey pair of shorts she’d been wearing, along with her skimpy black panties with the little bow on the front, have been roughly pulled down and now sit in a pile around her ankles. She’s leaning over the counter, panting and biting her lower lip in a futile attempt to keep quiet, her own body betraying her, sticking her ass out and up on an angle to make it as easy as possibly for me to continue slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her soft, pale thighs are already glistening in her own juices, and the way she keeps clenching them together whenever a new wave of pleasure hits her is only spreading the mess.

“What were you doing, doll?” I ask, in a low, calm voice, right next to her ear. “I…I was…” she tries to push out a few words but I speed up just a bit, interrupting her thought process and prompting her elbows to buckle as she struggles to stay vertical. Her mouth hangs open now, spit shining on her lips, as she lets a few small moans escape her and grinds her ass back against my fingers, causing it to bounce and ripple. “C’mon, sweetheart, you can figure it out.” I say condescendingly, teasing her further. “You’re a smart girl, you can put it together.” I push my fingers a bit deeper, prompting a new symphony of moans and whines.

“Think, doll. You’re in the kitchen, the sink is running, you’ve got soap on your hands, what could you have been doing?” I lean one hand on the counter to get a better look at her face, and see that her eyes have gone fuzzy. There’s a strand of drool trickling off of her lips and down her chin, and her breathing is uneven. In a slightly higher register than her natural voice, the one I’d trained her to use, she manages to nearly whisper, “I was…waiting for your cock Daddy. I’m…always waiting for your cock…I had to get all my holes all lubed up for you…and get my clothes out of the way so you could see how wet they are and use them…please use them Daddy…please…” At this point, she’s practically riding my hand, so I take my fingers out and push her further over the counter, unbuckling my belt. She smiles vacantly and moans into a sink full of dirty dishes as I slide into her and begin stretching her out…

At first, you begged me to fuck you how you liked it

Then, you started to beg me to fuck you how I like it

Then you started begging for it in your ass

Begging to be slapped, choked, held down

Then you started begging just to give me head

Now you can barely beg at all, you just grind your wet little hole against my knee and whine, hoping for whatever touch it is I’m willing to provide on that given day

Jerking off with my cock inches from her face, watching her look up at me begging and whining, because she wants nothing more than to take me in her mouth. Stroking it slow, so close to her lips, while she rubs herself through her panties and soaks them, making a mess all over the floor. Watching the moans intensify and drool drip down her chin when she sees the precum start to leak out of my throbbing head.