Nancy loved the way you carried yourself. You were so sweet, so vulnerable. You acted as though you were a ditz, oblivious to everything going on.
But she knew the real you. cunning, sly, you paid attention to everything. nothing went u noticed to you.
you got everything you want by manipulating people with that sugary sweet smile and glossy lips. your doe eyes would look up at them, lips pulled into a pout as you got them to do exactly what you needed.
It was mesmerizing if she was being honest. And she hated you for it. The way you made her feel, how vulnerable and hot she got under your gaze.
You knew what you did to her, and you loved it. She wanted to be in control, she prefers it.
That’s what got you in this predicament you’re in now, helpless and sweaty with Nancy’s fingers pumping in and out of you as her tongue flicked against your clit. “Please please please Nanc’, I cant- can’t take it anymore!!”
She’d pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, not letting you rest even once. she’s practically licking your clit raw, the slight burn of her taste buds running against your bundle of nerves straining squeals out of you.
“Nope. you’re gonna sit there until I’m done with you, until I’m tired. if that even happens.”
you choke on a sob, breath catching in your throat and whimpering past your lips. it’s pathetic and it’s so fucking hot.
“you look so cute when you’re all whored out.” tears run down your cheeks, black ones from your mascara that get stuck in the crease between your cheek and nostril.
“c’mon princess. gimme a kiss.” Nancy leans up, body hovering over yours with her fingers still moving. her face comes so close to yours that you can feel the breath on your face.
you turn your head to the side as she pouts. “none of that now.” Her hand not inside of you, moves from your hip to your face, clutching your cheeks so hard it hurts.
Nancy kisses you, forcefully, forcing you into submission. her breath tastes like bubblegum and whiskey. you didn’t know she drank, not until now.
you break out of your thoughts and bite her lip, just to be a brat. she pulls back, fingers stalling as her hand moves from your face to hers. Nancy brushes her lip, pulling it away and seeing the blood that smears on to it. “Bitch.”
sweaty and sobbing, you exhale and lick your lips. “You love it.” You heave out, breathing getting harsher as she stays moving again, coaxing you into your orgasm.
right as it starts, it ends. Nancy’s fingers slide out of you, soaked and gleaming. “Brats dont get rewards.”
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