“You my good little whore?” he taunted, his deep voice vibrating against my pussy. “Mase, I can’t—” “You can and you will,” he growled. I didn’t want to come on his tongue again. I wanted to be filled with him. I wanted him to stretch me. “Fuck me, cowboy,” I begged. “I’ll fuck you; I’ll fill your fertile little cunt up with my seed. You hear me?” he smirked.
