<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/812tLbaqBHL._SX425_.jpg)</div>Typical, arrogant, authoritative,<strong><em>greedy</em></strong>male.<br/><br/>Although aren’t those the personality traits that got us this far in the first place?<br/><br/>You’re given what you’ve asked for – what you’ve demanded, really – and instead of being satisfied, you want<em>more</em>. I complied. I gave in. I submitted, didn’t I?? And it wasn’t enough. Now you wanted me to do it louder.<br/><br/>Because what good was having a little fucktoy if you couldn’t show her off? If you couldn’t make all the neighbors jealous with not only how viciously you fucked, but how loud your lovers were and how much they enjoyed you, what was the point in having neighbors at all? Asking for cups of sugar wasn’t your style.<br/><br/>There’s a soft laugh that morphs into something of a moan on my lips as yours travel over my skin, lighting little fires of pleasure even as your hands spark pain with each quick spank. That delicious combination, stirred in with your enchanting words, keeps me from ever finding that stable footing needed to resist the spell of your magical lust. All too soon, sooner than I promised myself I would on the car ride over here, I had given into it and was letting you guide my hand to wrap around that throbbing rod of pleasure you had situated just within reach.<br/><br/>I can’t help but wind my fingers around it, manicured nails bright against the dark flesh. I know just how to stroke it, just how to move my fingers and adjust my grip in the best way to give you the ultimate tease. In the same way that you mastered the ability of putting me on my knees, I had unlocked the secrets to what you liked in pleasure. The way my palm slid down the shaft of your cock, slowly over all the veins and skin there. How I could squeeze it gently at the base, right above where it met your body and your balls before gliding my hand back up to circle over the bulging head, marking more of my skin with your precum.<br/><br/>I don’t get much time to play and tease though. You’ve fallen into your own trap, and I am more than happy to take you down with me.  “Yesss…” I hiss out in the answer to your question of what I want you to do with that appendage of yours in my hand. Or it is an assent to your being rough with me and my body. “Yes!” An admission of guilt, maybe?<br/><br/>Your own confessions drift over my skin as my hand moves away from your cock and braces against the countertop to help lift my upper body. I want you to have access to it, want those palms of yours raking over my sensitive tits. While you’re busy with that cock between my asscheeks, I tug off the offending t-shirt that keeps more of my skin hidden from you. It ends up wrapped around my hands and I don’t have the chance to shake it loose before that possessive grip of yours on my neck is arching me back towards your chest and my knee on the countertop opens me wide for your use.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2018/11/22/300/20252645.gif)</div>The pleasurable grin on my face turns into a soft, breathless laugh. We’re mad for each other –<em>how else does the pleasure get this good??</em>– and yet consistently trying to outdo the other. Seeing who will break down first. But as fast as I know I’ll collapse under the pleasure, even screaming as you drive that thick cock into my wet, honeyed slit, I know you won’t be far behind. I’ll make sure of it.<br/><br/>Your hips drive into me, the sounds of flesh slapping together loud and echoing throughout the expansive, expensive kitchen. I scream again, this time through clenched teeth and it dissolves into a pleasure-filled giggle. “Ohhhh, fuck yes, Marlon…” I moan out, wiggling one of my hands free and arching back even more into your hold. That dick plows into me with each thrust and I revel in the feel of it stretching me out, opening me up for you. “That big, beautiful fucking cock, baby….” My eyes fall closed, as I reach back to hook a hand behind your neck, pressing my tits forward, watching them bounce each time you bury that cock inside me.<br/><br/>Just like you ordered too, those breathy moans of mine turn into louder cries as my orgasm is flicked on, like a switch. No real warning, just the pleasure washing over me immediately as you grind that cock in and out of my tight hole, dragging it along too-sensitive portions of my pussy. As my thighs shake with the force of the ecstasy burst, your name is on my lips again. Mixed in there with the cries is also the number “two,” something of the word “please,” and even as my cunt continues to clench periodically around your cock, a moaning whisper of “…do it again…”