“My pretty girl wants to be fucked out, doesn’t she?” It took Kelly a surprisingly long time to realize Mark was talking about her. His cock kept thrusting at her from exactly the right angle to rub her swollen clit each and every time he sank his shaft deep into her soaking cunt, and the relentless pace of his rolling hips kept her thoughts from gaining proper purchase inside the echoing emptiness of her still and silent mind. She couldn’t frame a coherent response, she didn’t even really feel like she was present inside her own body–it was like there was some other person he was talking to, and Kelly wasn’t there at all. Only her wet, needy, overwhelmed pussy remained.
She tried to open her eyes and focus on his gaze, but the relentless pounding left them perpetually crossed like Kelly was some kind of ahegao slut come to life. Her mouth opened, but all that came out was a slurred, mumbled, “Fuuuuuckkk,” along with a tiny trickle of drool as she struggled and failed to control her swallow reflex. She knew it was embarrassing to respond to the first good sex she’d had in a few months with this kind of obvious, desperate lust, but at the same time Mark knew exactly what to do with his cock to leave her moaning and whimpering like a virgin getting her pussy stretched for the very first time, and Kelly couldn’t pretend otherwise. Her small breasts jiggled and bounced on her chest with every thrust until even her nipples ached with pleasure.
And of course, that was exactly what Mark wanted. “That’s right, pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice stroking Kelly’s mind like warm silk brushed across her pulsing clit. “Fucked out. Fucked blank. Fucked nice and deep and mindless for me, every climax popping all those silly thoughts and leaving her wet and open and obedient. Isn’t that right, sweetie? Wet… and open… and obedient.” God, Kelly had no idea how he managed to sound so calm while he was thrusting into her so relentlessly. He… he had to do special exercises or something. If it was her, she felt certain she would have nutted inside herself by now, but he just kept sawing his cock in and out until her brain broke from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.
She tried to think of something to say, but her brain was stuck on his last words, and all she managed was a muttered, “…wettt…” like she was some kind of fucking sex zombie or something. Every time she tried to come up with something more intelligent, even inside the privacy of her own head, Kelly felt his cock pushing all the way up inside her straight through to the brain and popping the thoughts like a pin pressing into a balloon, leaving only ecstasy behind. She realized he wasn’t kidding at all–he really wanted to fuck her into a mindless sex toy for him, and he could actually do it, too. But the realization only made her cunt squeeze harder around his thick, thrusting shaft.
“That’s right, pretty girl.” His voice was perhaps a little huskier, a little bit strained, but Kelly couldn’t do anything about it. Her mouth hung open, her eyes had rolled inwards to stare right down the bridge of her own nose, and she was rapidly losing herself in one climax after another. “Wet and empty and blank and mine.” Kelly heard a woman’s voice repeating his words, droning them out in a vacant monotone that suggested a complete absence of thought, but she didn’t know where it was coming from. She didn’t know anything anymore except pure, potent euphoria, and her brain shut down entirely long before Mark shot his load deep inside her needy cunt.
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