She Needed To Learn That Her Mouth Wasn't Made For Speaking. So I Gave Her A Lesson.

tell me how pretty and precious I look with tears falling down my little face as you hold a knife to my throat

To see her riding me, the way her body arches and her moans spill out uncontrollably. Her legs start to tremble, her pace falters, and I can feel how close she is to cumming. She's fighting to keep going, her nails digging into my chest as she gasps, completely wrecked. Gripping her hips, holding her still as I lean up, my voice low and rough. "Tired, baby? Can't keep going?" She nods, her breath catching, eyes heavy and desperate. "That's it," I murmur, grabbing her hips firmly as I take control, driving her down harder. "Lay back and let me finish what you started. Just take it, pretty girl. Let me push you until you can't even think anymore."

I'm not done with you until every muscle in your body is in spasms, and you're drooling out of every hole.

Study time 2

This or nothing

“I’m sorry I came without permission, I just couldn’t take it anymore” sub and “It’s okay sweetie now I’m just going to have to fuck your cute little cunt and milk every last drop of cum out of you until all you can do is twitch and squeak” dom

The Cure at the Beacon Theatre in NYC.

November 17, 1984.