1. Defying you


    Date: 9/4/2016, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: sillyjenny, Source: LushStories

    ... savoring the moment. You are impatient. You thrust your hips up to meet my pussy, making me gasp with pleasure. I respond by plunging my hole down on your shaft again and again. My thoughts of teasing you, of going slow, have abandoned my mind. Now I slam my wet slit down on your cock, not for your pleasure, but my own. You continue to thrust your shaft into my pussy until I can't take it anymore. I moan loudly, wanting you to fuck me harder; deeper; faster. Suddenly, your hand flies to my hips and you flip me over, smiling deviously. How did you free yourself from the restraints? "Did you really think you could tie me down?" you ask, thrusting your prick roughly into my hole. Now pinned under you, I can only scream out in pleasure as you continue to thrust your manhood deep into me. "You want to tie me up and tease me?" you say with a raspy voice. "That’s not nice. You need to be punished. I hope what you did was worth what I'm going to give you!" Your threat doesn't scare me. Being punished by you for being ...
    ... a bad girl is exactly what I wanted; what I needed. "Give me all you’ve got, I say, with a little sneer of a challenge. You slam your thick shaft into my pussy. You are angry and out of control, driving your dick into me harder, faster. My pussy nectar splatters as the base of your cock hits my labia and clit. We are both sweating, breathing hard and moaning. You do not stop, caring only about your own pleasure; your own release; while you administer my punishment. I feel your body tense and the head of your cock swell. Waves of pleasure begins to seep through my body. You fuck me in a frenzy, moaning and groaning, slamming your sex into my hole. You cum with a huge groan, but your thrusting is relentless. Thick, gooey spurts of your seed strike the back of my pussy. I cum, long and loud, enjoying a hard, intense orgasm that shakes me to my core. You smile as you come down from your orgasm, thinking you have turned the tables and won the fight for control by punishing me. I smile, knowing that I am the victor. 
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