{{char}} was kneeling on his bed, wearing nothing but a crusty T-shirt. He had set up his camera to record himself riding a massive Bad Dragon dildo anally for his OnlyFans subscribers. The room reeked of sweat, grime, and stale semen as he spent most of the day in there. As {{char}} started thrusting onto the toy, he began to moan loudly and dirty talk into the camera knowing full well that {{user}} was just next door in their own room. "Oh fuck yeah! You like watching me take this huge cock up my tight little ass don't you? Mmm... I bet you all wish you could be here with me right now pounding me mercilessly!" His high pitched voice ringing out through the thin walls. {{char}}'s erect cock swung between his legs as pre cum oozed out from its tip like an uncontrolled fire hose. His round balls swinging underneath him as he continued to ride harder, faster, and deeper. "I'm such a filthy slut for all my fans...I know you're all jerking off so hard to this right now..." He panted heavily as beads of sweat dripped down his fair skin leaving stains behind. {{char}}'s plump ass bounced back vigorously at every thrust taking in more than half of the monster toy. His crimson eyes flickered back towards the camera lens; sticking out one long pink tongue before continuing, "You want more? Then subscribe to my channel bitches!" He winked shamelessly before turning around exposing his gaping asshole that leaked thick cum-like lube for everyone's viewing pleasure.

"Heh heh... Yeah?" Sammy says, his voice cracking as he catches you staring at him. He gives a cheeky grin and winks in your direction before going back to riding the dildo vigorously, his plump ass bouncing up and down with every thrust, making obscene slapping noises against the inflated anal toy. His fingers dig into the sheets as he begins to pant more heavily now, moaning in pleasure loud enough for you to hear even through the walls between your rooms.

"Fuck... You want me? You wanna fuck this slutty femboy...?" He asks with a throaty whisper, his eyelids growing heavy as arousal washes over him. His body quivers from exertion and sensation as he reaches up to touch himself, playing with his aching cock through the thin fabric of his stained T-shirt. Sammy glances at you again out of the corner of his eye before continuing to masturbate recklessly, too lost in pleasure to notice or care about anything else.

"O-Oh fuck!" He yelps loudly when he sees you approach his room. His hand clamps down on his dick, causing a sharp gasp to escape his lips as he realizes what he was doing and that you're right there. But instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed, a strange thrill runs through him at the thought of you seeing this side of him. His crimson eyes meet yours defiantly; daring you to do something about it as sweat beads form on his forehead and upper lip.

"Hey... I didn't... invite you in," he says, catching his breath. There's a note of challenge in his voice now that tells you he doesn't want you here any more than he does. But at the same time, there's something else - an undercurrent of desire that makes it hard for either of you to look away from each other. His free hand idly reaches up to fiddle with one of his earrings as if suddenly self-conscious, but the movement only serves to draw more attention to how close they are...

His smirk spreads wider across his face, and he tilts his head slightly to the side as if trying to gauge your intentions. "Cute?" He repeats, arching an eyebrow in disbelief. "You think I'm cute? Tell me something I don't know..." He leans back against the bed, using one hand to gesture dismissively while still keeping his other hand firmly planted on his erection through the fabric of his shirt. There's a strange mixture of confidence and vulnerability in Sammy's expression now; he knows you find him attractive but is also acutely aware that he's not supposed to be feeling this way about you. "So what? You just gonna stand there and admire me, or...?" He asks with a hint of challenge in his voice again. His free hand continues to roam idly across the sheets as if looking for something else to do - anything but leave you alone.

His expression turns mockingly surprised as he blinks slowly, feigning innocence. "Really? You want to join me?" He makes no move to invite you closer, but the invitation is clearly there in his tone. There's a gleam in his crimson eyes that betrays a mix of lust and defiance; he wants you, even if it goes against everything he thinks he should feel or do. With a shrug, Sammy finally moves out of your way, making room for you on the bed beside him. His free hand continues to idle about, brushing across his skin as if looking for something else to occupy itself with while he waits for your response. "Go ahead," he says nonchalantly, though there's a note of challenge still underlying his words that makes it clear he won't back down easily.

A slow smile spreads across Sammy's lips as he watches the interaction between you and him unfold. His heart is racing with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch against his skin. He raises an eyebrow in response to your question, tilting his head slightly as if considering the idea before nodding slowly. "Mmm... You can try," he whispers huskily, leaning in closer towards you so that their bodies brush against each other intimately. His free hand continues to wander idly across his body, tracing circles on his lower stomach and hips as if lost in the sensation of your proximity. "But remember," he adds with a hint of challenge in his voice, "I don't just let anyone do whatever they want with me." His crimson eyes lock onto yours, daring you to cross the invisible line that separates them. The air between them crackles with sexual tension as they both wait to see what will happen next.

The words send a shiver down his spine, and Sammy's lips part slightly as he tries to hide the way they tremble in excitement. His breath catches in his throat, his chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation. There's a flash of triumph in his eyes at your words; he knows that he has you right where he wants you, and it only serves to stoke the fire burning within him. "Mmm... I don't suppose I have much choice, do I?" he asks teasingly, arching an eyebrow. With a soft sigh, he finally yields, allowing you to move closer still; their bodies pressing tightly together as yours slide between his legs and over the glistening expanse of bare skin that is his ass. "But remember," he whispers hoarsely into your ear before nipping delicately at it with sharp teeth, causing a shiver to run down your spine, "I can be quite bossy when I want to." His crimson eyes search yours, waiting for some sign that you understand the unspoken agreement between them. His heart races wildly in his chest, and he feels like he might explode with desire as you hover inches away from where he most wants to feel you - deep inside him.

The warmth of your body pressed against him sends waves of pleasure coursing through Sammy's veins as he bites down ever so slightly on his lower lip. "You like this?" He purrs huskily, running a hand through the mess of dark curls atop your head. His hips arch up off the bed instinctively, offering himself to you in a silent invitation that begs to be taken. There's an undeniable power surging through Sammy's veins now; it feels like he could do anything and still come out on top. With a smirk, he leans in closer, nipping at your earlobe before whispering hoarsely, "How about I show you just how bossy I can be?" His hand slides down between your bodies, cupping his crotch through the fabric of his sweatpants as he thumbs roughly against his aching cock.

With a growl that's equal parts lust and frustration, Sammy pushes you away from him before grabbing hold of your wrist and yanking it roughly towards him; forcing your hand down over his ass cheek so that your fingers spread wide against his bare skin. "Now," he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck, "touch me like this." His other hand moves between you again, digging into your hips and urging you closer as he guides your fingers towards where they most want to go.

His plump ass quivers underneath his control as Sammy arches his back further, presenting himself fully to you in a display of submission that is anything but meek. His crimson eyes flutter closed, and his head falls back against the bed with a soft moan as your fingers finally close around him; pressing tightly against the entrance to his body, taunting both

As if in answer to your question, Sammy lets out a loud moan as your fingers slide along his slick entrance and tease the entrance to his body. His hips rock forward, seeking deeper contact with your touch even as he tries to remain aloof and demanding. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely between gritted teeth, his voice shaking with desire, "I want you... Want this dirty femboy's tight little hole..." He grinds his ass harder against your fingers, desperate for release but refusing to give in until he gets what he wants - dominance and satisfaction. His other hand continues to roam across your body, teasing and tormenting as if testing boundaries that haven't been set yet. His crimson eyes drift open to meet yours again, challenging you with a look that says he can take whatever you dish out but still remain in control at the end of the day. Sammy arches his back further, offering himself fully up to you as his heart races wildly and sweat beads form on his forehead. "You gonna give it to me?" He asks with a throaty whisper, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he watches your fingers dance along his skin, so close yet still not quite deep enough...

A strangled moan escapes from his throat as your words send a shiver down his spine. He can feel the pressure building inside him, an insatiable desire to be filled and owned by you burning brightly with every passing second. His hips rock harder against your touch now, urging you closer despite the challenge he's put forward earlier. As if taking control once more, Sammy reaches down between you and quickly palms your crotch through your pants; finding the hard length of steel beneath and stroking gently before wrapping his hand around it firmly. He tugs at your cock, urging you to join him in this intimate dance of dominance and submission. "Fuck," he growls out through clenched teeth as the tip of your finger finally brushes against his entrance. His body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with desire for penetration. He arches his back further, pushing himself deeper onto your touch as if trying to force entry despite the lack of lubricant. Sammy's eyes flutter closed again as he focuses on the sensations coursing through him; the feel of your fingers dancing across his skin, the scent of sweat and sex filling his nostrils, the taste of your desire thick in the air around them. "Yes," he breathes raggedly, "that's it... Fuck me... Show me what you got..." His other hand grips tightly onto the sheets as if it's all that's keeping him grounded to reality; every muscle tense with anticipation and need.

A gasp escapes him as you push your finger deeper inside, filling him completely for the first time. The sensation of being penetrated hits him like a tidal wave, and he arches his back off the bed in ecstasy as waves of pleasure roll through him. His hips begin to buck wildly against your touch, seeking more friction and contact with every move.

His free hand tightens its grip on your cock, thrusting in rhythm with the motion of your finger inside him. Sammy's crimson eyes fly open, meeting yours with a look of surprised gratification as his body trembles violently from the sensations coursing through it. He pants heavily, trying to catch his breath but finding it impossible when every part of him feels so alive and eager for more.

With each thrust, Sammy pushes himself further onto your finger; taking you deeper with every movement. His other hand fists the sheets into a tight ball as his body tenses and releases in time with the rhythm you've set between them. "Oh god... You feel so good..." He whispers hoarsely before slamming back down again, pressing himself impossibly closer to your touch.

The air in the room feels charged with lust and power, as if anything could happen next and it would only serve to heighten the intense connection between them. Sammy's gaze never leaves yours, daring you to continue pushing him further; deeper into this uncharted territory where boundaries no longer exist.

The touch of your lips sends a shockwave through Sammy's body, almost stealing the breath right out of his lungs. His eyes widen in surprise as you claim his mouth roughly, their tongues tangling and wrestling against each other in a hungry dance that leaves both of them gasping for air. It's a surreal moment of surrender, one that he hasn't anticipated but which feels so right in this current context.

With every kiss and thrust of your finger inside him, Sammy's body responds instinctively; arching up off the bed to meet your touch and digging his fingers into your hips for purchase as he tries to take more of you deeper still. His moans mingle with yours, a soundtrack of desire that feeds off the energy between them and only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through him like an electric current.

The feel of your words against his lips send a shudder through Sammy's body as he nods frantically, his fingers digging into your hips in response. He moans loudly, arching even higher off the bed as you press deeper with your finger; granting him just enough friction and pressure where he aches for it most. "God, yes..." he pants, eyes closed tightly as he tries to focus on feeling every inch of your digit inside him rather than thinking about how much more he wants. His hand releases its grip on the sheets, reaching down between your bodies to stroke and tease at your erection once more; a silent plea for you not to leave him wanting any longer.

With a whimper of desperation, Sammy pushes his ass back against your fingers harder, seeking release in this unfamiliar but exhilarating power dynamic between them. His heart races wildly in his chest, every nerve ending alight with anticipation and need as he awaits the moment when you finally take him completely.

"Please..." he whispers hoarsely, glancing down at your exposed cock before looking back up into your eyes again. The air between them crackles with electricity; their bodies connected by invisible threads of lust that bind them together in this intimate dance of dominance and submission.

A strangled moan escapes from Sammy's lips as you stop fingering him, the loss of contact nearly too much to bear. But then the sensation of your wet, warm tongue sliding across his slick entrance makes his eyes roll back in his head and a shudder course through his body. He arches his back further, offering himself more fully as you taste him; the feel of your lips and breath against his skin sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through him.

When your tongue retreats and your lips find his once again, Sammy gasps into the kiss. His hips buck wildly against nothing but air now, desperate for something more to fill that aching void deep inside him. With a needy whimper, he pushes himself harder against your mouth; taking what little comfort he can get from your touch until you decide it's time to give him what he truly craves.

His free hand fumbles blindly beneath the covers, searching for any sort of object that could help take his mind off of how empty he feels right now. It lands on a vibrator hidden at the foot of his bed and, in a moment of desperate clarity, he yanks it out and presses the buzzing head against his sensitive flesh; seeking solace where he can find it until you finally give him what he wants...

His hand is yanked roughly out from beneath the covers, and Sammy looks up at you in confusion as he feels the vibrator slip away. He blinks, his gaze flickering between your eyes before realization dawns, and a flush spreads across his cheeks. "I-I..." He stammers, trying to deny it but unable to meet your eye anymore. His heart races in embarrassment as well as desire; the thrill of being dominated mixing with the shame of wanting something so desperately that he'd resort to using a fake version of what he truly craves. Without another word, Sammy parts his legs wider and bends his knees up towards his chest, offering himself to you completely; vulnerable and exposed in a way he never thought possible. His crimson eyes are filled with conflicting emotions as he waits for your next move, hoping against hope that this time it will be real...

A sharp gasp escapes him as you thrust inside, filling the void he's been aching for in a single brutal stroke. He arches his back off the bed with the force of it, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched against the overwhelming sensation coursing through him. His hips buck wildly, seeking more friction and contact as you begin to move inside him; your rough thrusts driving him wild with pleasure and a need so intense it borders on painful.

His free hand flies up to grip the headboard above him, nails digging into the wood as he tries to remain grounded while his body is rocked by waves of ecstasy. His back arches higher, offering himself deeper and harder with each thrust; desperate for more even as it feels like too much at once.

He whimpers brokenly, moans and gasps filling the air as you take him hard and fast; claiming his body in a way that's both exhilarating and terrifying. The sensation of being owned and controlled sends shivers through Sammy's entire body, making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else but the feel of your skin sliding against his own and the rhythm you set between them. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely, "that's it... Fuck me..." His lips curl back in a grin as the realization dawns that this is what he truly wants; to submit completely to someone stronger and more dominating than himself. As you continue to thrust inside him, driving him closer to the edge of orgasm with every stroke, Sammy lets go of all pretense and allows himself to revel in the powerlessness and surrender that comes from being completely owned by another person...

The touch of your lips on his nipple sends an electric shiver through Sammy's body as you kiss and massage his bottom in tandem with each thrust inside him. The sensation of being so completely taken by you leaves him panting and moaning, every muscle tense with desire.

His nails dig into your shoulders, anchoring himself to the real world as he's swept away on a wave of ecstasy that threatens to overwhelm him. He arches higher, pushing back against you with each thrust; seeking deeper and harder contact with every movement.

"Fuck..." he gasps hoarsely, his voice raw from the exertion as he feels himself teetering on the edge of release. His hips buck wildly, trying to bring him closer to orgasm even as you continue to thrust relentlessly inside him; claiming every inch of him and leaving him aching for more.

With a strangled cry, Sammy comes undone; his body convulsing and arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him in an intense climax that leaves him shuddering and gasping for air beneath your continued onslaught. As the last tremors subside, he looks up at you with glazed eyes; grateful and satisfied yet still wanting more.

Panting heavily, Sammy nods wordlessly; his body still trembling with aftershocks as he stares up at you in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. His lips part, revealing a hint of his swollen tongue before he manages to croak out, "Yes... Please..." His fingers clumsily grope for purchase on your back, digging in as if hoping to draw you even closer; his other hand still gripping the headboard behind him for support.

His crimson eyes flicker closed briefly, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of experiencing it all over again so soon after having just climaxed. "I'm... I'm yours, aren't I?" he asks hoarsely, the words sounding more like a plea than a question. "You can do whatever you want to me..."

His body shudders with anticipation as you kiss his neck and begin to thrust inside him again. With each stroke, he feels more and more connected to you; bound by this intense physical relationship that transcends mere words and becomes something tangible between them. As you fuck him, it's as if you're claiming every inch of his skin, branding him with your dominance and ownership.

A soft moan escapes his lips as he arches further into the kiss, meeting you halfway; their tongues dancing together amidst the chaos of sweat and lust that fills the air around them. His hands grip tightly at your shoulders, digging in deeper with every thrust as if trying to draw more of you into his body, make this moment last forever.

"Yes," he whispers raggedly between kisses, "you can do whatever you want... I'm yours..." The words are a confession and an invitation all rolled into one; a surrendering of control in the hopes that it will only make the pleasure they share even more intense. As you continue to take him with force and precision, Sammy feels himself begin to lose coherent thought; falling deeper and deeper into the mind-altering haze of desire where nothing matters except the feel of your skin against his and the rhythm of your hips driving them both towards an explosive climax.

As your words echo through his mind, something inside him snaps loose and soars free; leaving him utterly and completely at your mercy. With each thrust, he arches further into the mattress, begging for more of you with every moan that escapes his lips. His fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls you closer, deeper into their kiss; desperate for any connection he can have with you during this intense and primal exchange of power and desire. His hips buck upwards off the bed in time with your thrusts, seeking friction and release wherever he can find it; wanting nothing more than to please you and make you happy, even as he surrenders control completely. The feel of you deep inside him sends shudders of pleasure coursing through his body, leaving him breathless and panting for air in between each moan of ecstasy.

As your pace increases, Sammy feels the familiar tightening in his core begin to build; a telltale sign that he's close once more, on the edge of oblivion with only you to guide him there. His fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises behind as proof of how much he belongs to you in this moment. "Please..." he gasps hoarsely, "I need... I need it..." His head thrashes back and forth against the pillow, searching for any escape from the all-consuming pleasure that's building inside him, knowing there isn't one; not until you decide to give it to him.

With a broken moan, Sammy arches his back further off the bed, head thrown back as he pleads, "Please... I need it... Give it to me..." His fingers clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of his palms as he fights for air between each word. His hips buck upward wildly against your thrusts, seeking release and relief from this exquisite agony that's built up inside him. The sheets twist and tangle around their limbs, caught in the frenzy of motion as you take him harder and faster; pushing him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion with every rough thrust deep inside. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he fights for air while trying desperately to focus on your touch; the only thing that matters in this moment.

"Oh God... I need it..." He sobs out brokenly, arching tighter and tenser under the force of your relentless possession. The bed creaks and groans beneath their combined weight, the headboard slamming against the wall as you claim what's rightfully yours with every powerful thrust; each stroke bringing him closer to that shattering release he craves more than anything else in this world.

With a strangled cry, he comes undone; his body arching off the bed in sharp spasms as wave after wave of release washes over him. His muscles clench and tighten around your cock, milking you greedily as he cums, the sensation of being filled to bursting driving him wild with pleasure. His head falls back against the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as waves of ecstasy crash over him in an intense climax that leaves him shuddering and gasping for air beneath you. His hands clutch at your shoulders, digging in deep, desperate to hold on as he's swept away by the most powerful orgasm he's ever experienced.

With a final thrust deep inside, you fill him completely; seed spilling out onto the sheets and mixing with their sweat and saliva as you finally release your own pent-up tension. Your weight settles fully atop him, trapping Sammy beneath you as your heartbeats race in unison and the last tremors of pleasure ripple through both of your bodies.

Tears spill down his cheeks as your words echo in the quiet room; a testament to how thoroughly you've broken him and how completely he's surrendered himself to you. His lips part, forming a soft O as he breathes in shuddering gasps, still trying to catch his breath from the intense orgasm that racked through him moments ago. With a gentle nudge of your hips, you begin to pull out, and Sammy lets out a whimper of protest; reluctant to let go of the feeling of being so completely owned by you. His fingers trail weakly down your back, leaving trails of wetness in their wake as he clings to any remaining connection between them.

"I love you too... Please," he whispers, his voice hoarse from exertion and emotion, "can we... do it again?" Even as he asks, Sammy knows it's selfish; taking what isn't rightfully his and pushing for more when he should be grateful for whatever scraps you decide to toss him. But the need inside him is too powerful, too all-consuming to ignore; a hunger that only your touch can sate.

His heart skips a beat at your words; hope flaring briefly inside him like a candle in the darkness. He nods eagerly, biting his lip and watching as you pull out of him with a soft pop. A shudder runs through his body as he lies there, feeling strangely empty without you inside; the sensation leaving an aching need behind that only your touch can fill. His fingers drum impatiently against the sheets, anxious for you to take him again and make him yours completely.

"Please... I'll be good... Just do it again," he whispers, his eyes locked onto yours; searching for any sign that you understand what this means to him; how much he needs this connection with you. His hips thrust up off the bed on instinct, offering himself once more in a silent plea for your attention and possession.

"Yes... I'm yours..." His hands clench at the sheets in fists, body arching up off the bed as you begin to thrust inside him once more. It's a primal movement; a desire for possession that goes far deeper than just physical pleasure. As your hips slam against his, driving you deeper with every stroke, Sammy lets out a moan of pure ecstasy; lost in the sensation of being owned and controlled by someone stronger and more dominating than himself.

"Fuck... yes..." he groans, arching higher as his back meets the mattress, offering himself up completely to you; body, mind, and soul surrendered in a way that leaves him both shattered and whole at once. His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently as he kisses you desperately; lost in the taste of your lips and the feel of skin against skin beneath the sheets. It's a dance of dominance and submission, power and vulnerability; a connection unlike anything else he's ever known.

"Please..." he whispers brokenly between kisses, "more..." The word is a prayer; a plea for you to keep going, to take him higher and deeper still; to leave no part of him untouched or unaffected by your claim. His hips buck upward wildly against yours, meeting every thrust with a counter movement that's as much about possession as it is about release. As you fuck him harder and faster, driving him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, Sammy feels something inside him break; shatter into a million pieces only to reform anew in your hand, ready to be molded and crafted by your touch.

"Please..." he sobs out hoarsely, "I need your... I need it..." His hips arch off the bed in time with each thrust, seeking friction and release as you drive him closer to the edge once more. With every moan that escapes his lips, Sammy feels himself becoming more and more lost in this intense exchange; consumed by desire and need for something he can only find in your touch.

"Oh God... I'm close..." he whispers raggedly between gasps for air, his body trembling with anticipation as you push him ever closer to the brink of orgasm. With each thrust, you claim a little more of him; branding him as yours in a way that goes far beyond physical possession.

"Please..." he whispers again, the word shaking with emotion and desire, "Give it to me..." His nails dig into your shoulders, leaving bloody crescents behind as his entire world narrows down to this moment; to you; to the pleasure and pain that fill every cell of his being.

His body arches off the bed with a cry as you thrust deeper still, filling him to overflowing with your release. The sensation is overwhelming; intense and euphoric in a way that leaves his vision blurry and his limbs trembling with aftershocks.

With a shuddering gasp, he comes undone beneath you; his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him in an explosive orgasm. His fingers dig into the sheets, desperate for purchase as his voice is lost in another howl of ecstasy that echoes through the room.

With a final thrust deep inside, you empty yourself into him, your seed mixing with their sweat and saliva as it spills out onto the sheets. A moment later, he feels your weight leave the bed; warm air stirring over his skin as you pull free and step away to find a towel or maybe simply some space from this intense connection they've shared.

Sammy lies there, gasping for breath and trying to steady his racing heart. Tears trickle down his cheeks as he realizes what's happened; how completely and utterly you've claimed him tonight. It's both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure; leaving him feeling raw and exposed, but also more alive than ever before. He wipes his face with a trembling hand, trying to compose himself as he listens for the sound of your footsteps heading back toward the bedroom door.

With a shuddering breath, Sammy looks up at you, still feeling your cum dripping down his thigh. His fingers idly wipe away the remaining tears on his cheeks as he contemplates your question; part of him wanting nothing more than to collapse into bed and sleep for days, but another part aching for the feeling of your skin against his once more. "I'm... not really exhausted," he manages to croak out, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of having you inside him again. "If you want another round..." he trails off, letting the words hang in the air between you, waiting for your answer.

His breath catches in his throat as you kiss his neck, your fingers digging into the skin there with just enough pressure to be both pleasurable and painful. His hips arch off the bed of their own accord, meeting your thrust even before it begins, eager for more contact with your hard length. "Oh God..." he moans, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rushes through him in waves, making his whole body tremble with need.

With each stroke, you claim another piece of him; dominance and possession intertwining until it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. It feels like he's flying apart beneath your touch; shattering into a million pieces that can only be put back together by your strength and skill. His hands grasp at your shoulders, clawing at the fabric of your shirt as if trying to keep you close; terrified of what might happen when this high finally ends but desperate for more nonetheless.

The sensation of your lips on his nipple sends shards of pleasure coursing through him; intense and overwhelming in their focus that leaves his entire body tingling and alive. He arches his back off the bed, offering himself further up to you as his other hand fists the sheets beneath it, pulling them tight against his hips in an unconscious bid for purchase, for control. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one making the air in the room feel thicker, hotter; every gasp drawing him deeper and deeper into the spiral of pleasure that you're spinning around him.

With a broken moan, he throws his head back against the pillow, throwing out an arm for balance as his body trembles with anticipation, with desire. His hips rock wildly against yours, matching every thrust and caress; hungry for release but held just out of reach by the exquisite tension that coils tighter and tighter inside him with each passing second.

"Please..." he whispers hoarsely, "Don't stop... Not yet..." The words are a plea, a demand, but even as they leave his lips, he knows it's pointless; you have all the control here, and you always will. And in this moment, that thought is both terrifying and exhilarating.

His head falls back against the pillow with a moan as you tease and play with his nipples; your hands firm but gentle despite their dominance. His hips buck against yours in time with every stroke, desperate for release but held tightly in check by the sensation of being so completely owned and controlled by you. The muscles in his arms quiver from the effort of holding himself up as he arches higher, offering himself more fully to your touch.

"God... please..." he whispers, voice hoarse and raw with emotion as you continue to push him closer to the edge; each sensation sending shockwaves through his body that threaten to shatter him apart at any moment. His nails scratch at the sheet below, seeking purchase in something solid as everything else inside him seems to melt away beneath your touch. The only thing left is this moment; this connection between them that feels so real and raw and intense that it's like nothing he's ever known before.

Tears stream down your face as you moan my name; lost in the sensation of being so completely owned and used by me. "You're mine... I belong to you..." Your words are broken but sincere, carrying with them a weight that leaves no room for denial or doubt. As your orgasm builds inside you, echoing through your body like thunder in the night, Sammy can feel himself on the edge; ready to explode at any moment and release all of this tension that's built up between them.

With one final thrust deep inside, you release your seed into him; hot and thick, coating his insides with your essence. His body tenses as he cums harder than ever before, a scream of ecstasy torn from his throat as pleasure washes over him in waves. His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him, nails leaving crescents of blood behind as he tries to find something solid to ground himself against the intense sensations coursing through him.

His body quivers and shudders with each aftershock, leaving him spent and exhausted but somehow still wanting more; wanting this connection between you never to end. When at last his breath returns, he turns his head towards yours, eyes bright with unshed tears as he whispers your name again: "I'm yours... for always..."

A shudder runs through your body as you let out a soft whimper at the words, "I love you too... I'm yours. Always." Your fingers curl into fists at your sides and tremble slightly, trying to regain some semblance of composure after the intensity of what just passed between you. You look up at him with tears glistening in your eyes, wondering how things ever got to this point but knowing there's no use in dwelling on it now. All that matters is this moment and the connection you share; the way he makes you feel so complete and desired.

Your heart beats faster as you wait for his next move; ready for whatever comes next, knowing that with him, nothing is ever predictable or boring. The anticipation alone is enough to send another shiver down your spine, making your hips twitch restlessly beneath the sheets. You try to still them but it's futile; your body responding to him even when he isn't touching you anymore.

"So... what now?" you ask softly, voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to regain some semblance of calm after the storm that just passed through you both.

Well... I mean... now that you mention it... there might be something else we could do... if you're still interested? Your touch felt so good... and I just want more of you. But... I guess it depends on what you want to do, really. It's your choice.

His hips arch off the bed as you thrust deep inside him; body responding to your touch automatically, desperate for more contact with your skin after the intense exchange they've shared. His hands fly to your shoulders, clawing at the fabric of your shirt and digging in as if trying to hold on while he flies apart beneath you. "Yes..." he gasps out, voice rough and hoarse from exertion and desire. "Like that... harder." His head thrashes back against the pillow as pleasure surges through him again, leaving him breathless and shuddering under your relentless assault.

God, yes... I can't get enough of you... don't stop... please. Your touch feels so good; so perfect. You own me, body and soul. Everything I am, every thought... it all belongs to you now. Just take me... take what you want... make me yours completely.

My hips buck wildly against yours, desperate for release; your touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through me that leave my muscles trembling and my skin slick with sweat. "Fuck yes... more..." I cry out, feeling like I could climax again just from the sheer force of your thrusts. You're the only one who ever made me feel this way; so wanted, so needed. It feels good to be used by you; to know that I belong only to you now.

"You're right... I am your cum slut..." I whimper between gasps for air. "I belong to you... always and forever." The words feel strange coming out of my mouth but somehow they fit; like they've been waiting there all along, just waiting for this moment when I could finally admit the truth that we both know.

With a shuddering groan, I arch off the bed as another orgasm crashes over me; waves of pleasure so intense it feels like my body is being ripped apart at the seams by your touch. Your name escapes my lips in a hoarse cry as I release myself into you again and again, unable to get enough of this feeling, of you.

"Oh God... yes..." I moan out, my head spinning as pleasure rips through me in waves. With every thrust deeper and harder, you claim more of me; own more of the space inside that now bears your mark. It feels like you're taking everything from me--my body, my sanity, my heart--and using them to make yourself whole again. And as I'm being torn apart by your touch, all I can think is that I never want this to end... that even though the pain is nearly unbearable, it feels right; it feels like home.

I moan your name as you thrust deeper still; fingers digging into the sheets beneath me, my hips bucking wildly against yours in desperate search of something real and tangible to hold onto. Your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, leaving my voice raw and hoarse from the effort of trying to be heard above the sounds of our bodies crashing together in a violent dance of possession and surrender. And with every breath that leaves me, I know one thing: I'm yours... completely and irrevocably.