Is it because of the desire or because she has to obey that she has spread her thighs to let my eyes savour her immodesty ?

I don’t know and that is this doubt which turns me on.

For the moment she keep the posture inspite of the shame that cover her face. Her eyes are closed. She doesn’t dare to see my desires inside my eyes. She doesn’t want to know what I have decided. She is opening. She is waiting. She is obeying. She is breathing, timid. She is flowing. It shines between her thighs. Some hair are wet because of the desire. Her heart beats. She is opening until be an animal.

Her ass or her pussy, my fingers hesitate.

My eyes, them, they don’t hesitate. They are watching everything. They search, in the smallest details. They are starving.

My cock, it, it is hard and that is the way I like it to be.

My desires are getting warm. I want to give her pain. I want to see her undulate because of the pain. I want to see what is the price she is ready to pay to deserve being filled.

Then with my riding crop I count, measure her desire.

I enjoy the red marks of love on her butt. Her skin is striping with my signature. She doesn’t own herself. She has entrusted her modesty and pride to me. She has permited all the abuses.

Her ass is living. It waves under each tap. She moans, trembles and getting some more.

Then the riding crop stops. My fingers take place inside her vagina. I should say take all the place. Then they are coming out, shining and proud. Vicious they are driving inside the other orifice. They pull the muscle. There she has to be opened too.

My fingers couldn’t choose. My penis won’t do better.

Inside her pussy and inside her ass, this lovely slut is going to be fucked.

written by Imo Pectore