bot!bada w some pussy slapping please 🤲🏻
yall don’t care if I title this so I’m just gonna go in raw
You were never a greedy lover. At least that’s what all your exes would say. You were quiet, kind, always attentive to them and for the most part — it was taken advantage of.
With Bada though, you found your appetite had grown egregiously. Every little thing she did caused a wretched sensation to spark inside of you. When she spoke , you could barely focus, mind running haywire with all the possibilities of what, how, when, why?
You were never always like this but Bada fosters an environment where you only can be like this.
You’re both sitting on the couch, some mind numbing excuse of cinema playing rapid fire on the tv while Bada watches silently. The endless dulling scroll of your phone has long since bored you and you find yourself staring at the side of her face for entirely longer than necessary. A smile is slowly creeping onto her face under the ambient lighting of your shared apartment and you know you’re caught; you don’t care.
“Are you going to stare all night?” She asks suddenly and your lip quirks up at that, a hand reaching across the couch to take one of her strands between your fingers. You loop it around your finger taut, before letting it fall loose then repeating it again, and again. She finally looks at you, the dark of her irises all the more inviting. “Come over here.” The words slip from your mouth almost instantaneously. That greed, only she can pull it out from you.
And Bada, she’s nothing if not defiant. Quirking her head to the side she raises an eyebrow, suddenly disinterested in the show and sliding to the far end of the couch, facing you suddenly instead, one leg dangling off the couch. “Over here?” She asks and it feels like she’s mocking you.
You make a move to hover over here and it’s quick. You see a flash of surprise across her features but it’s not there for long. “Bada,” your hand moves to pull her leg closer to you, sliding across her inner thigh and she holds her breath. “You know what I meant.” Your words have a sudden finality to it that convey something dangerous. “I warned you.” Is what they say despite the fact that you didn’t.
There’s a pit burning a ferocious and contagious fire inside of you. You can see it in the irises of her eyes, the way her breath is held in wait, her lip tucked between her teeth while her eyes dilate. You find yourself staring inside of them and seeing the frame of yourself. Your eyes are blown out completely because Bada is a drug; a drug you’ve gotten hooked onto.
Your hands make quick work of her pants before she has time to say anything. Some sadistic desire is brewing in your gut. All those times you’d let her brattiness slip between your fingers, your own desire coming in match to her. Your lack of self control. All of it was screaming at you that this is your moment to regain. Conquer her, take her.
Her now bare legs come to wrap around your waist, an attempt to pull you closer and you shake your head before pushing them back until her knees are touching the fabric of the couch. You can see a slight discomfort on her face but she welcomes the stretch albeit confused. Your hands slide off of her legs and come to hold both of her own, guiding them to hold her own legs as you were before.
“Hold them up or you’ll get more.”
A load slap rings between the both of you, so much so that the sound alone startles her before the pain is registered. Her hands slip off her thighs and you quickly press them back down into the couch as they start to unravel in her stupor. “I said don’t move them.” You watch as her hands slide back unto the underside of her thighs and her mouth opens,
Another slap on her cunt. Again, taking her off guard but she doesn’t waver, instead her lip quivers and a familiar wetness is dancing across her pupils. You smirk to yourself at this, biting your lip as you bring your hand up and slap, aiming specifically for her clit this time. A groan sounds between the both of you and you take note of the redness filling the space of her womanhood.
“You think you can do whatever you want, hm?” You ask, an eyebrow raised and you get a desperate head shake in response, “No..”
“Yes you do, that’s why you test me. Isn’t it?” You slap her pussy and she cries out underneath you, legs trembling. “Little slut, you deserve this. All those times you got what you wanted. Look at you now.” Your smile is shit eating and lean forward, your breath fanning against her neck suddenly as you listen to her sniffle, still, her hands are holding her thighs back. She’s still exposing herself for you. You sit back up, pulling her closer against your front before bringing your hand down. Slap.
“Please…” you hear her pathetic sobs beneath you, a tear finally slipping down her cheek as she stares up at you with vacancy.
“I need you.” Her voice dies in her throat as your hand collides with her pussy once more. It twitches, red and angry as she sobs, her whole body wracking with it as tears spill down her cheeks. You lean forward, licking a stripe from her wet chin to her leaky eyes, the salt of her tears hitting your tastebuds.
“You need me? Huh?” You trail a finger between her folds, eliciting a gasp from her. “You’ve been so.. independent lately I didn’t think you needed anything.”
“Is that it? You need me? Hm? To do this?” You slide a finger inside of her, just one, a tease and oh she’s so pathetic. Looking like a lost puppy when she looks up at you and nods eagerly, her mouth agape as she tries to push herself further down onto your finger, craving friction.
A laugh sounds from your throat and you shake your head, pulling your finger out and slapping her pussy one last time. She starts up immediately, the tears, the begging, the whining and your silence is making her whole body shake. All she wants is you to take her.
And that greed sneaks up on you, as if it had been laying in wait. So you take your lip between your teeth again and pull her up to your level by the milky expanse of her throat. Shoving your tongue in her mouth in a rough excuse of a kiss before forcing her over the couch by the back of her neck, her ass raised and her cunt begging to be filled.
‘Maybe I should deprive her more often’, the only thought crossing your mind.
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