abby doesn't choke ellie, doesn't need to, even when ellie begs for it. hurt me, fucking squeeze, cmon, I can fucking take it. you know I can fucking take it, abs. cmon— but abby just holds. a warm, calloused hand laid gently over ellie's slender neck, fingers curling lightly around it. she gets to watch as ellie's mind kicks down a few gears, a prey animal that knows it's been caught, knows it can't run. a gentle weight, nothing more.
ellie's cunt pulses steady between her legs, making her dizzy, making her pant. her hips squirm helplessly as a whine sounds in the back of her throat, puppyish and desperate. she won't buck, can't buck, or else abby won't fuck her. and she fucking needs abby to fuck her.
abby... abby, abby, ellie whispers, pleads, blinking away the wet in her eyes, clutching onto abby's thick forearm with both of her slender hands. abby's hand feels like a collar, like ownership. abby only smiles above her, tilts her head, strokes her thumb up and down the side of ellie's sensitive neck. ellie shudders, swallows thickly against abby's palm. she needs it.
okay, okay, needy girl, shhh, abby croons, soothes, voice low and soft as her strap notches at the wet of ellie's entrance, clenching and begging to suck it inside. fuck, ells, gotta relax.. gonna be too tight, y'gotta be able to take it, gotta let me in... abby waiting until ellie takes a deep, shuddering breath before she pushes in slow, til their hips are flush, ellie already wrecked.
thereee you goo, all the way in. that's a good mutt. abby huffs a quiet chuckle, pupils dilated and cheeks painted with strawberry flush as she watches ellie under her, her pretty body squirming at the pleasure, stomach tensing and relaxing, spine arching up for more. neediest fuck abby's ever had. it makes her chest warm, makes her own neglected clit pulse between her legs. she'll make ellie suck her off after, grip that auburn hair and ride that wicked tongue.
but right now it's about ellie's pleasure, about drawing her strap out slow and fucking back in deep, pulling a gasp from ellie with each thrust. yeah, is that deep? you feel it in your stomach? taking it so well, ells, juuust like that.. aw, I knoww. still, baby, still. I've gotcha.
when abby's hand tightens ever so slightly around ellie's throat, she cums, soaking abby's strap as her cunt squeezes, pleasure fuzzing her vision. she moans something unintelligible, slurring like she's drunk, something that sounds like mmphhfuuuckk ple-ase— ahhnn— and she scratches at abby's arm where she holds onto it, needing it to keep her tethered, keep her grounded, kept and owned. abby only laughs, keeps fucking her through it slow, murmurs too quick, ells. you're gonna have another.