Sometimes, my slut is just too good. I know what a horny little monster she is, so why am I taken by surprise sometimes? She can suck my fingers or my cock, using her tongue and the suction of her mouth to drive me wild. My legs twitch, my stomach tightens, and as I marvel at the way her lips rub against my skin, I suddenly am taken to that place.
The brink of sanity is where all good sluts want to take their man. Itâs a combination of pleasing him as well as possible, and pushing him into a corner in his mind. As the beast inside me stirs, it will cause me to lose everything in my soul except for the one thing I need to remember: take her now.
Itâs no longer about my pleasure, or even hers. Now that she has brought me to the brink, our fucking will resemble the definition of inevitable. Iâll hold the slut down, as she wants and needs to be. But what she wants and needs is irrelevant. And what do I want? To hold this little cunt right where she is until I canât hold back any longer. Once I have filled a slut up with all my warm, gooey cum, maybe this beast inside will tire. Maybe not. Either way, she will be left with her head reeling and her body spent as she smiles knowing that by bringing me to the brink, I have pushed her over the edge. Exactly where the both of us needed to be.
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