smut story for all of you horny bitches
“fff…fuck—shit—“ he groans as he desperately strokes his length; desperate for any type of release after you’ve teased him for weeks straight.
he isn’t quiet. not one bit. but he can’t let you hear him, that’ll just end in him getting depraved of that good orgasm he needs after seeing you look so fucking sexy.
poor baby. does he think the sound of water pelting the shower floor or the hiss of the showerhead will muffle his pathetic, desperate whines in his throat, the sound
of skin on skin as his own hand stutters around his thick cock? fucking pathetic. his free hand is pressed against the wall, gripping and grabbing at it like it’ll magically turn into your soft
tits. he whimpers before he bites his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood. he’s desperate. he hasn’t cum in .. ages!
but he can never seem to abide by your clear rules.
you open the bathroom door like you own it, and you
hear it the second you walk in. the low moan, all the slick, rhythmic
sounds of a man touching what doesn’t belong to him. you’re on him before he even notices.
the glass door yanked open, and he jolts, mouth dropping open, eyes wild.
one moment his hand is wrapped around his thick cock, the next he’s down on his knees; begging you to forgive him, like touching himself without your permission was a filthy sin.
“did i say you can touch your cock?” you spat, the sole of your heel pressing his length down onto the shower floor. “n—no ma’am.” he whimpers, the mere touch of your heel good enough to get him to fuck up into your heel.
“sweet boy. fuck my heel like the desperate puppy you are.”
and that’s exactly what he did. his thick hands came up, gripping your thigh, his whines muffled in the slick, puffy folds of your pussy, your hands in his hair as if guiding him.
he plunged his tongue into your hole, fucking you with his tongue since he knew he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near you, not after being a bad boy.