That was it, she was his slut now, enslaved to the throbbing cock inside of her. If being good meant she took his and only his then she would have to become most well behaved little slut. How could she not enjoy it, she had tried not to, tried to pretend that she couldn't get over how deep his cock pressed into her. No man had ever reached so deep.<br/><br/>He demanded everything of her, not just the physical use of her but he tied mental chains around her and pulled them tight. How was it, that as he told her to cum she found herself doing just that. She felt walls quiver in response to his commands, there was no choking down any noises as they they tried to overtake the sound of the vacuum.<br/><br/>he yanked at her hair, not letting her melt fully into her orgasm as he reminded her they were being lost. It flustered her and she wanted to pull her head away and bury it I tithe bedding. She tried just that but a whine soon erupted from her lips as she found this impossible with his grip.<br/><br/>Her pussy pulsed around his cock, she hated him, she couldn't stop it. She wanted to hide away into the bedding, so shy as he displayed her. She couldn't hide and she was left choking on the moans of her orgasm.<br/><br/><br/>She hated him. She loved his cock.