Yessss, I Just Love The Feeling Of Your Warm And Trembling Tongue Against My Fingers As I Push Them Down

Yessss, I just love the feeling of your warm and trembling tongue against my fingers as I push them down deeper. And there it is… that perfect little gagging sound. Mmm, such music to my ears. And while you’re choking so sweetly for me, I land another sharp slap to your dripping pussy.

“Oh, sing for me, darling,” I purr, as I slide my strap inside you with a deep and smooth thrust. “Sing me that pretty song your body knows so well.”

Your moan is muffled and messy... exactly how I like you. My fingers press firmer into your mouth now, and I lean down and lick the drool catching at the corners of your lips. God, I just love the way your eyes have become all glossy and how that pretty mind of yours is slipping just where I want it.

“Such a pretty thing,” I hum as I pinch your tongue. “But hush now, sweet one. Just let Mommy use you.”

You squirm and whine against my fingers, as the headboard slams against the wall in rhythm with each hard thrust. “Tsk, what did I say?” I rip my fingers from your mouth and quickly tangle a fist in your hair and turn you around onto your stomach. My grip tightens as I pull you upright as my strap sinks deep again, forcing your body to arch into mine.

“There we go... yes, listen to you,” I breathe against your ear. “So wet... so loud… you sound absolutely obscene for me, my messy, desperate girl.”

You whimper something between a sob and a moan as I start thrusting again, each one sharper, meaner, until you’re shaking for me.

“Are you my messy girl?” I murmur against your neck, letting my teeth graze your skin.

You hesitate. My hand snakes around, grabbing your breast before twisting your nipple harshly between my fingers.

“Answer me.”

You squeal and gasp, “y-yes, Mommy…”

I click my tongue and slow down, just to tease. “Mm-mm. Now I don't think I could quite hear you there.”

“I’m your messy girl, Mommy” you moan breathlessly and raw, which makes my pussy clench around nothing. God you're lovely like this.

A wicked chuckle rumbles from my throat as I press your face into the pillow and angle the strap just right. Your sounds turn into slurred, garbled pleas as I thrust, slow and deep.

“That's a good girl,” I croon sweetly. “Now tell Mommy, what she thinks of you, hm?”

You can’t even find words now, babbling into the pillow.

“Use that mouth, sweetheart.” I deliver a firm slap to your ass. “Answer Mommy.”

You whimper, voice shaking. “That I’m… a messy girl.”

Another sharp slap, and you cry out.

“Try again.”

Your body trembles as I pick up the pace, pushing you higher and higher, letting the rhythm wreck you until you scream, “Th-that I’m your slut!”

My laughter is low and amused. “Such a foul little mouth…” I tsk. “Let’s wash that clean.”

I flip you back around, to find your eyes wide and so deliciously spaced out. My fingers push past your lips, massaging your tongue with faux sweetness, before I push down. Your eyes widened as you struggle against me until I let up and you moan softly.

“There’s my good girl… so easily undone, aren’t you?”

A soft, wet whimper answers me.

“Oh sweetheart, maybe I expected too much of you.” I croon, still thrusting slow and deep. “But that’s okay. You don’t need to think, do you?”

You shake your head, mouth full, eyes dazed.

“That’s right. All you need to do is let Mommy fuck you dumb.”

And I do. Deep, delicious thrusts, while my fingers keep your mouth full and your mind empty, just how I like my favorite toys.