Desperate Run

by C.J. Riggs

inches from her clit, “I’ll stop, and hang you out to dry for your disobedience.” I can feel her stomach release the tension in it, and I know she’s ready. My tongue flattens against her clit and roll it like that of the waves crashing against the shore. The pounding into her pussy causes the sound of her arousal to only become louder as she is beginning to come undone. The pulsing of her clit as her cunt milks my fingers, as though its my cock, makes me moan. That singular added vibration sends her right over the edge. My hand pushes against her stomach as her body falls into her climax, and just like my good prey, she does as she's been told. Her body vibrates as she squirts all over my mouth and face, my fingers ferociously pounding her cunt while my thumb from the hand pushing on her stomach comes to roll against her clit. I need her to make a mess of my face, and she does just that. “Fuck,” I breathe. “Une si bonne fille.”