It Was Scream @bubbly-bxby We Started As Drew Barrymore Was Getting Chased, And Finished Around When

It was Scream @bubbly-bxby We started as Drew Barrymore was getting chased, and finished around when Matthew Lillard gets killed. We made pretty good time 😄

Hey, what horror movie should we ignore while we make each other cum?

When she gets so turned on just from making out that she ruins her panties and starts moaning into my mouth, whining as she pulls at my belt, because she can’t form the words to ask for what she wants, and her hands are shaking too badly for her to undo the buckle herself

Making her spend the day rubbing herself stupid while I’m at work so that by the time I get home she’s a desperate wreck

“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…

Her sending me pics early in the day knowing I have a long shift ahead of me, just to make me extra pent-up so that when I get home I’ll be extra rough with her