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Uncaged

... shirt. But she loved it. She loved being fucked with her face against the wall, with Heath’s bruising fingertips digging hard into her. His ragged pants echoed in her ear and the possibility of being caught in the act only added to the thrill. His hand caught her ponytail again, yanking her head back as he pounded into her. His mouth covered hers, stealing any breath she’d managed to catch and all she was aware of was how good it felt to not be in control, to surrender herself completely. “You – feel – so – good,” Heath grunted, as he pushed her legs wider still. “Do you like it, Isla? Tell me you like it.” She stared back at him, every nerve on edge. She could hardly move and the need for release was desperate but she couldn’t deny she loved it. The look on Heath’s face, the feel of his cock, his body, his goddamn cheekbones, the tight pain, the beckon of pleasure… it was thoroughly addictive. “I love it,” she gasped. “Your cock feels so… right inside me.” He responded by slamming into her again, his hands running over her body, exploring it frantically. His fingertips dragged across flesh and muscle and then one hand dropped between her legs, rubbing her clit urgently. Isla gasped and his other hand was at her mouth, his fingers pressing past her lips. She couldn’t remember where they’d been and she didn’t care. She sucked them into her mouth until she heard his groan of pleasure. It felt so filthy, so utterly bad to suck on his fingers like she would on a cock. Her mouth ...

... felt crammed full in the most obscene way and she moaned around his hand as he pushed her closer to release. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” he growled, and he slammed hard into her as if to emphasise his point. “Come on, Isla, I want to feel it.” Isla couldn’t speak. Her moans fell over his fingers as he jammed them in and out of her mouth and heat flushed through her again and again. She pressed back against his cock, wanting him to increase the pressure somehow, to catalyse the eventual orgasm. Her legs ached with exhaustion and her palms felt raw from scraping against the wall. Heath’s rough fingers were slick as they teased her clit but every time she thought she might just fall over the edge, he’d back down as if taunting her. She covered his hand with her own, pressing it hard between her legs and if she wasn’t so far gone, she would have been offended by his hoarse laugh. He gave it to her then, rubbed her clit hard and mercilessly until the orgasm seeped through her and her pussy spasmed uncontrollably. He kept his leg on the inside of hers hers, forcing her to keep her thighs apart and his fingers were still going fast. There was nothing Isla could do but take it. Her moans were choked by the fingers in her mouth and he massaged her pussy like he owned it; like she was his personal slut for him to use as he deemed best. She came again and again, her stomach tightening and her pussy squelching around the hard stroke of his cock. “Good girl,” Heath breathed and ...