Your head is pressed against the pillow, but it does nothing to muffle your needy little whines and whimpers.Your knuckles turn white as you grip the sheets.
“Please- i can’t… it’s too much!”
Your sobs fall on deaf ears as he plunges his cock into you over and over again. It rubbed against every ridge on your soft, wet walls. He leans over, chest pressed against your back. His fingers tangled into your hair, pulling your head back a bit.
“Look at ya… poor thing…”
He kisses your cheek ever so sweetly, contrasting with his rough hands and the deep, fast thrusts of his cock. He brushes your sweat-damp hair away from your face.
“Just a little more,baby…”
His hand sneaks under you, rubbing your bud in small, tight circles. You squirm, letting out a strangled sound from the pure pleasure and overstimulation of it.
“N-no! ‘Ts too much… can’t”
He laughs deeply, and it melts into a groan as you clench down on him. He lets go of your hair, pulling back.
“You can… you can and will”
He resumes his beautifully torturous rhythm. He shifts his hips, the new angle has his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. It sends shivers down your spine and your eyes roll back.
Your mouth falls open as this sends you over the edge, again. You sob, the sensation too much for you to handle, too intense, in a way that has your skin crawl and your cunt clench impossibly around him.
“There ya go…” He whispers, his hand slowing on your clit, finally stopping all movement. His hard cock stays lodged inside you.
You’re panting, spent, ready to call it quits. Your grip on the sheets loosens and your head rests on the pillow, eyes glazed over and unfocused.
Then he starts moving again, still not done with you. You let out a whine, a tear sliding down your cheek.
“I know, baby, I know… just need to fill ya up…”
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