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I put my hand in her hair and Megan made a low, harsh sound of appreciation, so I tangled more hair in my fingers and pulled, hard. I moved a little faster, and stepped up the pace of her strapping. Megan tried to say something, but my cock obstructed her.
Oh. I knew what she’d said, but I said, “You’ll have to be clearer than that.” I swung the belt down again, hard, across her back and buttocks. She jerked forward.
There was a brief wet second in which she had almost all of my cock. Then she had to draw back again.
Megan said, with what should have been extreme clarity, “Har-weh. Deh! Deh.” There was urgency in that voice. I was charmed by her enunciation, given that I blocked her tongue and mouth. I decided I should get a gag for her, so long as it was only partly effective.
“Ess. Ess ease. Puh. Puh ease.”
“Good girl.” I strapped her harder, six times, while her cries rose in pitch and she sounded very close to coming. I withdrew entirely from her mouth and walked round the table. I touched the soft skin just below her left buttock.
Megan trembled, but the tension was not fear. I asked, as if I was offering a glass of milk, “Megan, would you like to be fucked now?”
I put on a condom, and then grasped her hips tight, fingers pressing as hard as I could. She said, in sexual rage, “Yes! Yes please.”
“That’s right.” I stood behind her, between her feet, and leaned forward, cock disappearing into her. Megan was wet, and her bottom warm from the belt.
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Hot and humorous! It is indeed difficult to enunciate with a mouthful of cock 😉
“Sexual rage” — I love that turn of phrase!