just thinking abt rv joy + dumbification... fucking her stupid with your strap or even your fingers. her eyes dazed and blurry from the tears that well in her eyes, breathing unsteady with each thrust you give her. you're cooing sweetly, asking her questions that you know she isn't able to answer, the only noises coming out of her are pathetic squeaks and cries. please can you just imagine her being so out of it, that her hips are non stop moving against your fingers
sooyoung often gets lost her in pleasure, her mind overrun with thoughts of how good she feels and how pretty you look on top of her. her ankles are locked tightly around your waist giving you little freedom to pull out, instead forcing you to rut into her quickly and deeply.
one look into her eyes is more than enough to let you know that she’s slipping, just barely with you anymore. “look at me, sooyoung,” you pant, exerting most of your energy into burying your strap inside her. “tell me how good it feels, baby. use your words.” she tries hard, but it comes out as nothing more than a pathetic gargle of words that you struggle to make sense of. without any warning or hesitation, your hips slow down and your hand comes up to lightly slap her cheek.
“sorry. ‘s too good. please keep going!” she’s desperate and it’s evident in the way her voice clips at the end of her sentence. you notice her hips starting to rock back up against yours, searching for that same depth and fullness from before.
“my dumb crybaby couldn’t fuck herself if she wanted to. you need me, baby. keep your eyes on me and let me make you feel good.”
