Page 91 of Tormented

Her pussy clamps hard, and then eases, over and over. She’s close, looking for that release too, yet not quite there.

I’m not going to last.

I pinch her nipple and she gasps—a breathless sound with my hand still at her throat. The familiar tingles build, my balls drawing up as I prepare to fill her, mark her, and claim her as mine. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and yet, she still smiles: a delirious, wide, and toothy grin.

My hold on her nipple slips as I let go of the first load, jerking my hips into her as I bring my palm across her cheek just hard enough to sting. She whimpers, reaching the edge herself, and I help her over with a fistful of breast, gripping and twisting hard as she screams, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower.

Her cries turn to laughter, my legs shaking beneath me as I fire my last round into the best fucking pussy I’ve had in a long time.

Yet as I rest back on my feet and run a palm over her slick body, finishing with a thumb across her lips, I can’t help but think there’s only one thing that makes it so fucking perfect.

The girl.