Naked bodies.
Your eyes pierce my soul.
But there is nowhere to hide.
Your hand touches me.
I shiver.
My brain won't turn off.
It is nagging and persistent.
I feel you standing behind me.
Your breath on my neck.
You whisper in my ear.
I disassociate.
Because I'm a good girl.
Good girls shouldn't want to be whores.
I feel my breathing getting deeper.
My temperature rising.
I feel myself getting wet.
You pinch my nipples hard.
I close my eyes.
I moan in pleasure.
"Fuck me" I whisper.
You don't hear me.
"Fuck me please" I say again.
You laugh.
You shove me on my knees.
And before I can utter another word,
your cock fills my mouth.
I suck, as you fuck my mouth hard.
I gag.
I drool.
My eyes start to tear.
You grab my hair.
I look up at you.
You push it deeper.
I choke.
I feel myself dripping at this point.
Aching to be fucked.
You stand me up.
You bend me over.
"Yes!" I think to myself.
You shove your cock into my pussy with no mercy.
You pull my hair with one hand and slap my ass with the other.
"Yessss"
Harder. Harder. Harder.
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
"Yes"
"Yes"
"Yes"
"Yes"
"Yesssssssssssssssssssss"
You take it out before I orgasm.
Grab my face.
I open wide.
You cum in my mouth.
I gag.
You hold my nose closed.
Forcing me to swallow.
I feel a hard slap across my face.
"Good girl" You say as you take the remaining cum, that dripped out of my mouth, and wipe it all over my face.
I smile.
I guess some good girls are meant to be whores after all.
