you spread out beneath me, my strap already inside you. fucking you slow and deep. grabbing your jaw, holding your face still. “i want you to tell me what you are while i fuck you.” you whimpering, embarrassed. slapping your cheek lightly. “i’m waiting.” “i’m… i’m your slut…” “and?” starting to fuck you harder. “and i’m desperate…” “keep going.” you moaning, struggling to form words. “i need you… i need this…” pulling almost all the way out, then filling you back up. “need what?” “need you to fuck me, need you to use me—” “there it is.” fucking you harder now, deeper. pulling out, pushing two fingers into your mouth instead. “show me how desperate you are.” you gagging immediately, sucking on them eagerly despite choking. “pathetic. look at you gagging on my fingers while my strap is dripping with how wet you are.” pulling my fingers out, wiping the drool across your face. sliding back inside you. “such a messy slut.” grabbing your throat lightly with one hand, fucking you harder. “this is what you’re made for. taking my strap. being my desperate little toy.” you getting so close, moaning loudly. slapping your face. “did i say you could cum yet?” you shaking your head. “then hold it.” continuing to fuck you hard while you struggle to not cum. finally giving permission. “now. cum on my strap like the good little slut you are.”















