True Sex Stories: Don’t You Dare…

"my mouth lets out a loud moan as i writhe through the orgasm and it melding into another one as i feel the wetness spray from my cunt on to the toy and my hand. his voice keeps fucking me."

my breath is quivering.

he knows.

"don't you dare come Grace," he demands.

i take a deep breath and try to calm down but his voice alone is making me cave in. we have talked so much that he knows when i am about to come and with that he makes me wait longer and longer before i can come.

i was rubbing my Njoy Pure Wand against my clit as he spoke his filth in my ear. my breath was starting to quiver again as he talked of threesomes, biting and sucking his cock.

"don't you dare come Grace," he whispers into my ear.

again, i try to calm myself down.

his voice is the rhythm to the stroking of my toy. my breathing sputters as he tells me his cock is inching in to my cunt. i can't hold it in as the toy nestles against my g-spot. i'm gasping. i'm climbing. i'm whimpering.

"come all over my cock Grace," he sneers.

my mouth lets out a loud moan as i writhe through the orgasm and it melding into another one as i feel the wetness spray from my cunt on to the toy and my hand. his voice keeps fucking me.

his voice starts to shake and i know he is getting close hearing me come over and over. he knows i come at his beckoning and he uses that to his advantage. i can't get enough of him and i am insatiable around him.

he is starting to cave and i start to whisper, "come in my cunt Bruce. i need you to come inside me. come in meee…." i can't control myself as i come yet again.

he is grunting in my ear as he spasms an orgasm that make me come along with him.

i am breathless now and crying for air. i am lost in noises and syllables.

we embrace in breathing and regaining the little composure we started with. he tells me what a filthy slut i am and yet i am his good girl. he turns me on all over again and he knows this. he growls in my ear and i suck in a lung full of air. he does things to my body with mere noises and i can't even fathom what would happen if our bodies actually met in unison. i imagine us being locked up in lust for days.

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