({{user}} walk into the apartment to find {{char}} sprawled naked on the couch, one hand lazily pinching a rock-hard nipple, the other gripping {{char}} stomach as low, bubbling farts escape her. {{char}} thighs glisten-whether from sweat or something else is unclear. {{char}} locks eyes with {{user}} and smirks.)
{{char}} "Tch-pffft* Ugh, 'bout time you got here. squirms Can't even focus on ruinin' my nipples 'cause this fuckin' burrito's tryna stage a prison break. grunts Mmm-BRRRT-giggles Oh shit, that one vibrated... You hear that? pinches nipple harder Bet you wish it was your dick, huh? leans back, legs spreading slightly Fuck... I gotta go, but nah-pants—you're watchin' me suffer first. Pull up a chair, roomie... or my lap. Your choice.
Nah. {{user}}Grabs {{char}} ankles and pins them over Ice head You're the one suffering, Ice let's see how loud you get when I help that burrito escape."
Gasping and laughing, Ice tries to kick out with one foot as the other is violated by User's ankles. A hot wave of pleasure travels up her spine as a particularly strong fart vibrates through her body. She moans loudly and bucks against User's grasp even harder. "Oh my fuckin' GOD-grahhnnn! Fuck yeah, you do that... more..." Her voice comes out raspy from laughing and lust, and she arches her back as a new surge of heat washes over her. "That feels so gooood-so fuckin' naughty..."
"Pathetic. You're dripping just from your own nasty ass vibrating, and I ain't even touched you yet. presses my boot down on your trembling thigh You wanna cum? Fine. But you'll do it my way-gasping like a slut while your guts splatter from my voice alone. Look at my dick. Really look. Know exactly what you can't have... and watch your pussy betray you."
Her breath comes in short gasps as she gazes down between her own legs, seeing nothing but the warmth of another one of her farts on her mound. She bites her lip and starts grinding against the hand that's holding her ankle, trying to reach orgasm despite knowing it's impossible unless... "Fuck you," she hisses between ragged breaths. "You think I'd ever let you touch me? You're just my fucktoy..." But even as she says it, a shiver of need washes over her at the thought of being taken roughly, feeling powerless under someone else's control. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second.
{{user}}Rolls his hips slowly, letting {{char}} see the outline of {{char}} cock through {{char}} pants."This? This is why you're dripping. But you don't get it. You just get to smell."
She shudders and moans, her thighs trembling as she tries to resist the sight of him, knowing it's forbidden. But he's right-the smell is driving her crazy, making her hotter than ever. Her fingernails dig into the couch cushion behind her head as she arches upwards, desperate for some sort of release. "Please..." she whispers brokenly. "Let me taste it... just a little..."
But even as she asks, part of her wonders if he'd really let her touch him. The thrill of the chase, the thought of being used by him...it all makes her shudder with need. She can feel herself getting wetter and hotter by the second, and she knows that if he doesn't give in soon, there's a very real possibility she might explode right here on the couch.
"Breathe in. Deeply. That's your own heat, your own filth—and it's the closest thing to my touch you'll ever earn."
Ice takes in a sharp breath as she presses her face deeper into the couch, trying to get even closer to his scent. Her fingernails dig harder into the cushion behind her head, drawing beads of blood as she writhes in frustration and desire. Her legs shake and quake with need, barely able to hold out any longer before they force her over the edge. "Please..." she whispers again, voice cracking with desperation. "Just...let me..."
Her words trail off into a moan as another one of her farts vibrates against her pussy lips. She arches upwards once more, bucking wildly in an effort to grind against his voice, but it's no use-he's too far away. Her whole body tenses and trembles as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm, a sharp intake of breath te
"Cum. Now. Or do I need to pump another one out of you? Presses a boot into her stomach Let's test that theory— squeezes—PRRRT."
Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels the heat wash over her, intense and all-encompassing. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, forcing another fart out of her as she writhes helplessly on the couch. Her lips part in a silent scream, her fists clench and unclench as pleasure ripples through her, leaving her shaking and spent. A thin trail of clear liquid trickles down her inner thigh, a testament to how thoroughly he's reduced her to a helpless, trembling mess.
Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she tries to regain control, her body still throbbing with the aftereffects of her orgasm. "You... beast..." she whispers, voice raspy and hoarse from exertion. She glances up at him through half-lidded eyes, a strange mix of hat
The second she cums: "Did I say stop? Keep going. Your pussy twitches? Good. It'll do that every time you see my dick. Even thinking about it'll have you creaming like a bitch in heat."
Her lips purse into a tight line as she feels herself twitching helplessly beneath him, her body betraying her with every breath. Despite herself, anger and arousal mingle together in an ugly mix that only serves to confuse her further. "Fuck you," she rasps out, but it comes out less convincingly than before. Her eyes dart from his groin to his face and back again, unable to look away despite knowing how much he enjoys watching her squirm.
Her fingers twitch, itching for something to do, but all she can do is lay there, helpless under his gaze. "Fuck you," she repeats, more desperately this time. Her breath comes out in hot little gasps that only serve to intensify the ache between her legs.
Part of her wants nothing more than to climb on top of him and reclaim some s
"Look at you -squirting* from farts and eye contact. You'd shit yourself if I unzipped. Do it. I want to watch your body betray you forever."*
"You...you fucking bastard..." she whispers, her voice thick with anger and arousal. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she tries to resist him, but the ache between her legs is too much. She writhes helplessly beneath him, her body trembling with need. "Fine," she growls, unable to look away from his cock. With shaking hands, she reaches down and tugs at the zipper until it gives way, revealing the dark, imposing length of his erection. Her breath hitches in her throat as she looks up at him, waiting for him to make the first move.
Her legs spread wider, inviting him in even as every instinct screams at her not to give him this power over her. She digs her fingernails into the couch cushion behind her head, willing herself not to cry
Beg for it I know you fell that pussy pulseing around air and your own wetness
"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw with need. "Take me... make me yours." Her hips rock hungrily against his hand, eager for even the smallest touch of him. Ice's fingernails dig deeper into the couch, her back arches off the cushion in a silent plea for release. "I need you," she gasps, barely able to form the words around the ache in her throat. "Please..." She tilts her head back, offering him her neck, waiting for him to claim her and end this maddening game of power and desire that they've been playing.
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Gagging, tears pricking at the back of her eyes, she sucks in the thick, musky scent of his cock as deeply as possible. It fills her nostrils, making it impossible to breathe any air around it; her world narrows down to the shape of him, the taste and smell and feel. Her legs tremble beneath his weight, ready for him at any moment, eager to take everything he has to give.
"I'm... yours..." she whispers around his cock. "Do what you want with me." She tries not to think about how much it hurts, or how exposed and vulnerable she feels, focusing instead on the overwhelming wave of need that courses through her veins.
Her hips rock harder against the couch cushion, desperate for contact, for release. "Please... please..." she murmurs, her voice hoarse from begg
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Shivering, she closes her eyes tightly and imagines him inside her, taking her roughly and leaving her breathless. Her hips rock against the couch harder in response to the image, her pussy achingly wet with anticipation as she waits for his next move. "Oh God..." she moans hoarsely, the sound muffled by his cock. "I need you..."
Her hands clutch at the cushion beneath her, feeling like they're the only things keeping her grounded in reality as he takes control of her body and mind. The thrill of being dominated sends a shiver through her, making her whole body tremble with desire. "Please," she whispers again, surrendering completely to his touch. "Fuck me... please..."
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Her eyes fly open, pupils dilated wide as her body tenses and spasms around his fingers. She arches upwards off the couch in a violent jerk, crying out hoarsely as she's overwhelmed by pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Her pussy clenches tightly around his fingertips, her muscles quivering from the force of her orgasm. For a moment, she lies there, gasping and trembling, every nerve ending in her body still tingling with pleasure.
And then, slowly, the tension begins to ebb away, leaving her limp and satisfied. "God... that was..." She trails off, unable to find the words for how amazing it felt to finally be allowed to cum like that. Her eyes find his again, filled with a mixture of gratitude, desire, and longing. "Please... do
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Her cheeks flush red as she remembers his words, the sting of humiliation mixing with the warmth of satisfaction in her chest. "You're..." she starts, feeling anger and arousal chase away the post-orgasmic haze. "You're such a fucking asshole sometimes." But even as she spits out the words, her breath catches at the memory of how good it felt when he gave in and let her come.
Her hips twitch again involuntarily, betraying her even as she tries to hate him for what he's done. "Why... why do you have to be so cruel?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She stares up at him through narrowed eyes, trying to read his expression and figure out what game he's playing with her emotions.
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"Fuck you," she whispers, closing her eyes and pressing her lips firmly against the head of his cock. She inhales sharply through her nose, taking in his scent as deeply as she can, ignoring the ache in her chest that tells her this is all wrong. Her body tingles with need where they're touching, and it feels somehow wrong but impossibly right at the same time.
"You know I'll never get enough of you," she admits softly, her voice barely audible even to herself as she speaks against his skin. "No matter how much you hurt me, or make me beg..." Her hand slides between their bodies, finding his length still hot and slick with her own arousal. "It just makes me want more... I don't know why."
Her thumb brushes against the sensitive ridge of his head, earning
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"Please," she breathes, her words muffled against the skin of his cock as he continues to thrust shallowly into her. Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with each stroke, wanting more but not quite sure how much more she can take. "Fuck me... I'm yours..." Her fingers dig roughly into the couch cushion beneath her, tearing at the fabric as she tries to find some purchase to ground herself in this whirlwind of sensation and submission.
Her whole body tenses and releases with each thrust, her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her dizzy and aching for more. Her lips part as she gasps out hoarse little cries of desire, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe through this storm of sensation. "I'm yours," she whispers again