Just a thought i had (… i’m ovulating 😔) +18. Mdni
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Thinking about how Ellie would absolutely crumble to her knees hearing you beg. That she’s the type of woman to murmur out a breathless, strained “fuck”—as if your voice alone could play her like a puppet. It did. And you knew it, too. Honeyed voice, smooth and sweet.
It worked to your advantage every fucking time.
She could be teasing you, the tip of her strap just barely slipping into your needy cunt, only to take that reprieve away and drag the soaked silicone along your slit.
And you? You couldn’t have any of that, not when she had been doing this all damn night. Not when you needed her—all of her. So, like the sweet girl you were… or rather, the bane of Ellie’s existence—Her Achilles’ heel—you tilt your head, looking back over your shoulder to meet her eyes. Through your lashes, all docile, eyes glossy like a doll. You part your lips with pleas dancing off the tip of your tongue, Ellie’s own eyes narrowed—her own lips parted with uneven breaths.
And Ellie should’ve fucking seen it coming. Maybe a sick part of her wanted you to grovel on your elbows and knees, back arched perfectly for her; that this was just a filthy lil’ game for the reward of you. Your broken voice. Your pleading eyes. “Ellie…,” you draw out, gently pushing your hips further back against her cock. “Please. Oh, please, Els—can’t take it anymore. Need you s’bad…” But Ellie was not strong when you gave her what she wanted. She never was with you.
You’d always end up coming more than three times—if you could even count—dumb off her strap, her fingers, her tongue, her cunt against yours. Ellie would most certainly have you near tears, pussy overstimulated and thighs trembling from her ruthless ministrations. Because she always ended up giving you what you needed: a damn good fuck.
“Thought you needed me?”
