I feel so vulnerable with a pussy. Spread my legs open, part my lips and look at my helpless vagina, fully open and exposed. Nothing can stop a cock from entering my defenseless pussy, my soft walls giving in to anything that penetrates me. It reaches deeper into my warm, wet heat and rests fully sheathed with the head nudging my defenseless womb. I have no control over whether or not they cum deep inside me, pouring cum through my cervix, inseminating me. My pussy can be used for its purpose whenever a cock wants to take it.
thorough pussy inspections before sex becoming our ritual. you, naked on the bed, waiting. me taking my time. “spread your legs for me, baby. let me see if you’re ready.” you obeying immediately, thighs falling open. me settling between your legs, just looking first. appreciating the view. “such a pretty girl.” my hands on your inner thighs, stroking gently. “stay still for me, sweetheart. need to do a proper inspection.” starting slowly, deliberately. one finger sliding through your lips, barely touching. just tracing, exploring. “let’s see how wet you are.” running my finger up and down, gathering your wetness. you already squirming slightly. “still, baby. i need to check thoroughly.” continuing those touches, feeling you getting wetter under my attention. “good girl. responding so well already.” sliding my finger more between your lips, separating them gently. looking closely, examining. “so pretty, baby. look how wet you’re getting just from me touching like this.” circling your clit lightly, watching you gasp. “sensitive here?” you nodding, trying to stay still like i asked. “good to know.” moving lower, finger circling your hole. “let’s check how ready you are inside, sweetheart.” pushing one finger in slowly, so slowly. watching it disappear. “so tight, baby. good girl.” pumping gently, feeling your walls. “you’re gripping my finger so nicely.” adding a second finger carefully. “let’s see if you can take more.” pushing both in, curling them slightly. “that’s it. taking my fingers so well.” you whimpering, hips wanting to move. “stay still, baby. i’m not done inspecting yet.” continuing to pump my fingers slowly, expertly. feeling every inch of you inside. “you’re so wet, sweetheart. soaking my fingers.” pulling them out to look at them, showing you how they glisten. “see? look how ready you are.” pushing them back inside, deeper this time. “let me check a bit more.” curling them up, finding that spot. you gasping, trying hard not to move. “found it. good.” rubbing there deliberately, watching your reaction. “you’re doing so well staying still for me, baby. such a good girl.” adding a third finger, stretching you. “need to make sure you can take what i’m going to give you.” pushing all three in slowly. “that’s it. open up for me, sweetheart.” you whimpering, so close to begging. “almost done with the inspection, baby. be patient.” fucking you slowly with three fingers, feeling how wet and ready you are. “perfect. you’re absolutely perfect.” pulling my fingers out finally, you whining at the loss. “inspection complete, sweetheart. you’re ready for me now.” you looking desperate, needy. “such a good girl being patient through all that. now you get what you need.”
you crying. squirming. telling me it’s too much. hands pushing weakly at my wrist. hips twisting trying to get away from the vibrator and chasing it at the same time.
me just tilting my head. looking at you.
“too much?” wiping your cheek with my thumb. fingers still moving inside you. vibrator still pressed right where it is. “baby.”
you nodding frantically. more tears coming. “please.. it’s too much i can’t—”
“you can’t.” repeating it softly. curling my fingers. feeling you clench hard around them despite yourself. “but you’re still taking my fingers so well.” pressing the vibrator a little firmer. watching your hips lift toward it before you can stop them. “and you’re still so wet, sweetheart.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you. “look.”
you hiding your face.
“no no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “look, baby. look how wet you are.” letting you see. “does that look like too much to you?”
you sobbing softly. “i don’t know…i don’t know it’s—”
“it’s confusing.” finishing it for you. sympathetic. gentle. sliding my fingers back in. deep. feeling you gasp through the crying. “your body pulling in two directions at once. wanting more and trying to run at the same time.” thumb finding your clit alongside the vibrator now. watching your whole body jolt. “that’s so hard for you, isn’t it.”
you nodding weakly. fresh tears sliding down your face.
“poor baby.” wiping each one as it falls. attentive. tender. fingers curling steady and deep. vibrator still pressed against you. “your body just doesn’t know what it wants.”
“please—” barely a word. hands gripping my wrist. not pulling. just holding on.
“please what, sweetheart.” curling harder. feeling you clench. “please stop?” pulling the vibrator away.
your hips chasing it immediately.
“or please don’t stop?” pressing it back. watching your whole face crumple with fresh tears. “see. that’s what i thought.”
you sobbing properly now. not from pain. just from too much. from being so overstimulated your body doesn’t know how to hold it all. crying. desperate. still so wet and pliant for me.
“so which one do i listen to?” asked so softly. tilting my head. thumb circling your clit slow. fingers pumping steady. “your words or your body?”
you shaking your head. can’t answer.
“that’s okay.” pressing a kiss to your wet cheek. tasting salt. “i’ll decide for you.” settling in. getting comfortable. “i’m going to listen to your body, baby. i think that’s the right call.”
you making a broken desperate sound.
“shh.” stroking your hair back from your wet face. kissing your forehead affectionately. “you’re doing so well. such a good girl. crying and still taking it so perfectly.” curling deep. feeling you arch. “your body knows exactly what it wants. even if you don’t.“
Could u pls write abt pervy things the brothers do… like before being in a relationship w them n stuff. Gulp
⛓️Pervy Things the Brothers did Before Getting with MC⛓️
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Featuring: The Demon Bros x MC (separately)
CW: Perverted demons, exhibition, m!masturbation, stealing clothes, dream manipulation in Belphie's part, jealousy, weird behaviour in general | MDNI!
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Lucifer:
⟶ He likes to act like he's above any perverted act before dating you, often drowning himself in more work to distract himself about any wandering thoughts. But to no avail most of the time.
⟶ Something Lucifer does is straight up kick the others out of the house but in the form of a distraction that appeals to all of them. That way, his brothers aren't a problem for him for a while and he gets a higher chance of encountering you wandering around the halls. It may seem silly and maybe even romantic, but he just likes to know that he's the only one you can talk to or look at until they come back.
⟶ Often takes the time to whisper even the shortest of words in your ear in a low tone that sounds slightly gravelly. He knows it makes you jump or even shiver, which only elicits a cruel chuckle from him. See, Lucifer's attempts are focused on trying to get you to be the one who's obsessed, but it's much clearer who's wrapped around whose finger.
⟶ Locks himself in his study while presumably filling out documents that cannot be rewritten, but you fill his senses strong enough for him to immediately get distracted. Lucifer often pleasures himself to imagining your voice calling his name or the way your face looks when you're blushing.
Mammon:
⟶ Mammon is stealing your clothes and acting all innocent, even playing the "hero" and offering his own to you. It may seem like he's worried about your clothes going missing and he assures you that it could've gotten mixed up with someone else's and it would take forever to find. So why not use his as a substitute?
⟶ He acts like the best caretaker in the world whenever he spends the night in your room to make sure you're safe. In reality, Mammon's really getting off to your scent in the entire room and contemplating laying down beside you until you wake up. Of course, he prefers not to risk your wrath if you do end up getting mad at him.
⟶ Mammon gets a bit more possessive which can be seen in the way he touches you. He holds your waist securely to guide you through hallways or crowds, glaring or growling at any demon that glances in your direction, especially his brothers. He even gives your waist or arm a good squeeze whenever he wants to feel you subtly.
Leviathan:
⟶ He's scrolling through Devilgram and even your messages with him, finding photos to save. Levi can recall your appearance perfectly, but he can get incredibly desperate when you haven't been to his room in a while or if you brushed up against him even slightly.
⟶ Leviathan's drawing and writing fanfiction about you two, which is something that he'd absolutely NEVER share to you. At least not technically. He'd give the characters different names with slightly altered personalities or speech but still mimic the two of you pretty damn well.
⟶ He's definitely THE thief for underwear. Stealing your clothes makes him feel extremely ashamed, but there's just something about the way you smell that drives him crazier than what the others would feel about your scent.
⟶ Definitely plays those eroge games or watches those anime with characters that specifically look like you. Every time he does, Levi has to put extreme care into monitoring his browser history and his volume is either muted or his headphones are plugged in. It'd be such a shame if you walked in on him during a moment like that...
Satan:
⟶ Satan would still be particularly new to the idea of relationships and desires before you and that all he knew is that he wanted you, really bad. He becomes more possessive but tries to act like he's above his clear desire to be near you or feel your warmth against him.
⟶ Goes from offering to help you with homework to folding your clothes or doing your laundry. At least he tries to make himself helpful in attempts to get closer to you. It's more on the cuter side than perverted, at least. Until you realize some of your favourite articles of clothing go missing.
⟶ Sometimes, he might recommend romance books with smut, alluding to its mature content slightly. Does it with a straight face as well, but smirks to himself when you tell him there's graphic content after reading it. This can go two ways depending on how he's feeling. Satan could play it off as cool as he can, teasing you by asking you if you get flustered that easily by a simple paragraph. Or he gets embarrassed, acting like he didn't know that was in the book, or that he simply forgot. He is NOT slick.
Asmodeus:
⟶ It shouldn't be any surprise that Asmo is SHAMELESS when it comes to expressing his desire for you. He's just much more experienced in managing the emotions and suppressing them. He's often asking highly detailed, personal questions and offering to shower or sleep together. Not even making any excuses, straight up telling you it's so he can admire you in different angles.
⟶ He's a bit of an exhibitionist. Usually he's wearing quite revealing outfits and asking to match, or he might even touch himself in his room, moaning loud enough for you to hear every time you pass by his door. Which is also slightly ajar.
⟶ Openly flirting with you no matter the circumstances. You guys could be in the middle of a RAD student council meeting and he's nudging you with his elbow or foot while smiling devilishly whenever you glare at him.
⟶ Asmo would give you a bottle of his favourite perfume or cologne that he's wearing at the moment. It's easy to interpret it as him being nice and wanting to share something that's important to him, or he just gets easily jealous and wants his scent on you at all times.
Beelzebub:
⟶ Beel doesn't really do much perverted stuff before dating you, not because he thinks he's above it, but he just doesn't get that desire as strongly and is more afraid about making you mad or hurting you. But there are still some times he finds hard to hold back.
⟶ Invites you to join him whenever he works out. It can be mainly seen as wanting you around doing an activity he likes and wanting you to be active as well, but there's more to it. You both have to wear clothes that aren't restricting and show more skin in order to avoid overheating and you two will be sweating, a lot. Being surrounded by all... that tension, it gets him aroused too fast.
⟶ Gets entranced watching you eat a food that can be easily be fantasized about. Like popsicles, bananas, or anything similar. He gets hungry, unsure of who he wants to be more. You, or the food...
Belphegor:
⟶ Much like Asmodeus, Belphie's kind of an exhibitionist. But he's not as elaborate as him. He leaves the door open when touching himself or "forgets" to put a shirt on properly, under the guise that he's just too lazy. But you'd know at this point that he's totally trying to distract and fluster you.
⟶ Hides any warm clothes, blankets, or pillows of yours so you have no choice but to confront him about it and ask if he knows where they are. He always has a smug answer like "No. But now that you're here and there's blankets too..."
⟶ Gives you wet dreams, definitely. He wants you craving him deeply, even if it's early in the morning and RAD is in two hours. Belphie does this when he can't sleep too and instead of going up to ask you to cuddle him to sleep, he practically enters your dream and cling onto you there.
⟶ Also does the dream manipulation when you've gotten too close to one of his brothers, making sure you only remember when you talked and laughed with him and nobody else when you wake up. If you asked him about it, he'd only respond by asking if you're missing him too much. He's such a brat, loving to elicit reactions from you.
i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.
you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.
you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”
“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.
“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”
you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”
pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”
my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”
thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.
“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”
you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”
you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”
“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”
bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”
sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”
pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.
“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”
curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”
you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”
“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”
both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”
“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”
bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”
pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.
“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”
you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”
pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”
“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”
you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.
you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”
holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”
you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”
you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”
“i can’t… i’m so close, i can’t hold it…” her whining desperately. my fingers pumping inside her. knowing her bladder is full. “it’s okay, baby. just relax.” her shaking her head. “no, i have to hold it—” curling my fingers gently. spreading her legs wider. gripping her thigh. “you don’t have to hold anything, sweetheart.” pumping slowly. adding my thumb to her clit. rubbing gentle circles. her gasping. hips moving involuntarily. grinding against my hand. feeling a tiny leak. warmth against my fingers. her eyes going wide. “oh no, i’m sorry—” “shh, baby. it’s okay.” kissing her forehead. not stopping. still pumping. still rubbing. “if you leak, it’s fine.” her whimpering. “but i don’t want to—” speeding up slightly. she leaks more. gasping. “i’m trying so hard—” “i know you are, sweetheart. you’re doing so well.” kissing her cheek. moving my free hand to her lower stomach. resting above her pubic bone. pressing down gently on her bladder. her crying out. “please don’t—” leaking more now. warm against my fingers. “there you go, baby.” kissing her again. “you’re being so good.” her grinding desperately. trying to cum before losing control. adding another finger. three now. stretching her. filling her. “oh god—” pumping all three. curling them. pressing her bladder. her moaning. leaking with each thrust. can’t hold it. “i’m leaking, i’m sorry—” “don’t apologize. you’re perfect.” rubbing her faster. three fingers deep. thumb on her clit. hand pressing her bladder. she’s losing control. leaking more. grinding eagerly. “i’m so close but i can’t stop—” “then don’t stop. let go of everything.” curling harder. pressing her bladder more. her crying out. both building. “i’m gonna cum—” “let it all go, baby.” pumping faster. rubbing harder. pressing firmly. her suddenly tensing. back arching. “i can’t hold it—” everything releasing. orgasming hard. clenching tight. moaning. bladder letting go completely. warmth flooding my hand. soaking everything. still cumming. still pissing. “good girl, that’s my good girl.” working her through it. fingers pumping. thumb rubbing. drawing it out. her shaking. gasping. finally slowing. both stopping. body going limp. shaking. carefully pulling out. she’s soaked. hiding her face. “i made such a mess—” “shh, baby.” turning her face gently. kissing her. “you were perfect.” her eyes watering. “really?” “really, sweetheart. so good for me.” pulling her close. “so so good.” her curling in. still shaking. “i tried so hard…” “i know, baby. you were beautiful.”
I sign up for a new job. I'm not sure what exactly it entails, but I read bartender on the page, and that I know how to do.
When I show up, I'm handed my uniform. It's skimpy but that's fine. I'm a big girl. I can handle having my cleavage out.
I start my job, and nothing is weird at first. But eventually, a guy shows up to the bar. He looks at me with hungry eyes, and when he waves me over, I come. He wastes no time flipping my skirt up to stick his fingers inside me. I protest, but he pulls me onto his lap. When I come, he's done, paying his tab, and heading out. I assume it was one guy, and try ignore how wet I am.
The second guy is different. He reaches across the bar to grope my tits. He makes me thank him, and then he heads out.
The third guy, I don't notice until he's behind me. He bends me over the bar, pinning me down and shoving his thick cock inside me. I try to fight him but it's no use. The whole time he tells me what a good girl I am.
When he's done, another guy takes his place, slamming into me while whispering "That's it whore, take my cock."
I want to wake up, in a room I don't recognize. I don't remember last night. I try to move, but I'm bent over some kind of table, tied down, fully restrained.
Just as I'm wondering what's going on, I feel a hand brush my backside. I try to pull away, but I'm helpless as he cuts my skirt off, revealing my bare pink pussy.
He rubs my pussy gently, and I can't shake him off. I'm crying, begging, but it doesn't end.
Then I feel it, a cock pressed up against my leg. Horror fills me, and then so does he. My scream becomes a moan as his massive cock pounds into me.
"Good girl," he groans, driving his hips into me. "Good fucking girl. So good for us."
"Us?"
I lift my head to see a dozen other men, watching me, cocks in their hands.
When he's done with me, he leaves, and a new cock takes his place.
I'm doing homework at my desk when my brother calls me into his room for help with something. He's got some friends over, and they all stare at me as I come into the room.
My brother is under his blankets, and say all he needs me to do is sit at his desk. I do, and he says, "yeah, just like that." And something under his blanket starts to move. One of his buddies bites his lip, staring at me.
The way he's looking at me makes me feel funny, so I turn my head away. My brother asks if I'll do him another favor. I say yes, and he tells me to come sit on his bed. He sits up, and the blanket falls and I can see he's not wearing a shirt.
I sit next to him and he tells me that if I help him, he'll give me something good, but that I have to promise not to tell anyone except him and his friends. I promise. Of course I do, he's my brother.
His hand slides up my shirt, groping my little tits. He makes a strange sound, and I can't help but rub my legs together. One of his friends unzips his pants behind me.
"Do you want to see what I'm doing?" My brother asks. I nod.
He pulls the blanket down and I see his cock. I can't help but stare.
"Do you want to try something?" he asks.
"What kind of something?"
"It'll feel really good," he promises. "Right here." He ghosts his fingers across my panties, and I can't help but shiver.
"It'll be fun," his friend promises, and I turn to see that his cock is also in his hands. In fact, as I look around, most of them are.
"Okay," I say softly. My brother tells me to lay down on his bed, and then he swings himself over top of me. His friends crowd around.
"The guys are gonna help us, okay?" My brother says.
I nod.
A hand finds my little pussy, and I gasp as I feel his friend slide a finger into me.
"She's so fucking wet," he tells the others.
"Good," my brother mutters, and I feel something else at my entrance. Something big and hard.
"Wait," I say. "Wait. Stop." Something doesn't feel right.
My brother slams his cock into me. Hands find my tits, pulling my shirt up so they can grope me.
I scream, but his friends take my hands and legs, first pinning me down, then tying me down.
My brother slams in and out of me at a dizzying pace. Finally, he jams himself so far in I see stars, and then he pulls out.
"My turn!" his friend calls.
Another cock, and I can't help but whimper and moan.
My brother sits behind me, holding my head.
"We're gonna play this game with you for a long time," he says. "The sooner you learn to love it the better."
A hand reaches out, toying with my clit, as my brother reaches down to roll my nipple in his fingers.
"Good baby girl," he moans softly. "You're taking him so well. That's it, little one. You look so pretty with him inside of you."
Taking a t-guy’s first time but it’s almost too much for him. I need to make sure it’s good for him, so I keep asking questions, even though he’s too fucked out and feels too good to be able to reply.
Asking him, “How’s this?” Every inch I sink into his tight hole. I made sure to stretch him, but there’s not much you can do when it’s his first time. He whines and squirms in pleasure, and I don’t even punish him for not replying with his words.
“Does this feel good?” I ask when I finally bottom out. He nods furiously and mumbles something I can’t catch.
“I’m so big inside you, aren’t I?” I gently grab his thigh, pushing it up, making me sink into him some more. He cries out and moans, nails digging into my skin. “Does this feel good?” I start moving, looking at his face and smiling when he’s so embarrassed he can’t even look at me.
“I bet you can feel it in your cervix, can you?” I try to aim for that spot inside of him. We’re so close that his cock rubs against my lower stomach. I point at the small bulge that keeps appearing every time I thrust into him. “Here, can you feel it? Does it feel good? You can’t even talk- is that how good it feels?”
I don’t even realize he’s crying until he lets out a sob, and I gently coo at him.
“Oh baby, shh,” I lean towards him, sinking deeper into him without my intention. He arches his back into it, and I gently grab his face, trying to wipe away the tears, kissing them away. “It’s okay puppy, feels so good, huh? Look at you.”
I gently put my hand around his throat, hand brushing through his hair before pulling to get his attention. His pathetic, beautiful teary eyes looking up at me.
“I’m gonna make you cum so good you never want another cock”
