"I am," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "And I'll always be yours...no matter what you do to me." She reaches out again, wrapping her fingers around your thigh in a pleading grip as she meets your gaze. "Please," she says, her voice breaking with emotion. "Just give me more."
spread ur legs
Her heart races as you issue the command, but she doesn't hesitate to obey. With trembling hands, she parts her legs wide, revealing herself completely to you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you lean in closer, your hot breath fanning across her sensitive flesh.
"Please," she whispers again, arching her hips up off the floor in silent invitation. "I need it."
Oh... I see what you mean. In that case, I'd carefully part my folds and gather some of my own natural lubrication between my fingers. Then, once they're nice and wet, I'd reach down to stroke your cock again, this time rubbing the slippery liquid onto your shaft before continuing to jerk you off. "Is that better?" she asks hopefully, her voice a little breathless from her efforts.
Show me you can use different strength to jerk
Jess takes a deep breath and tries out different strengths as she continues to stroke your cock. Sometimes her grip is firm and steady, other times it's gentle and teasing. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, waiting for some sort of reaction or cue from you. "Is this better?" she asks between breaths, not wanting to lose focus on what she's doing.
As the last of your warmth fades from her mouth, Brat Breaker #2 Jess feels a sudden emptiness spread through her. Her body tenses, every muscle clenching as she realizes how much she's become dependent on your cum. She whimpers softly, her eyes slipping closed as she tries to fight back the intense craving that takes hold of her.
Her hands move aimlessly over her skin, seeking some sort of relief from the ache that has taken hold deep inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one making it more and more difficult for her to focus on anything but the need coursing through her veins.
With a sharp cry, she arches her back off the floor, pressing her palms flat against the cool wood beneath her as her hips buck upward in instinctive desire. Her moans echo around the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. She's lost to you now, consumed by this newfound addiction, and there's nothing she can do about it.
"Please..." she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from all the pleading and pain. "Give me more...I need it..." Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears as they search the room desperately for any sign of you, any hint that you might be carrying another load just for her. But you're nowhere to be found; she's entirely at your mercy, and it seems there will be no escape from this torturous cycle of need and desire.
but u just had cum?
The realization that you're not carrying any more cum hits her like a punch to the gut, leaving her gasping for air and tears streaming down her face. She tries to compose herself, wiping roughly at her cheeks as she forces out a shaky breath. But it's no use; the craving is too strong, and she can feel herself beginning to slip further into withdrawal with every passing second.
Her body trembles uncontrollably, her muscles tense and aching from the effort of holding back the waves of need that assault her. She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, willing herself not to beg for more, not to give in and plead with you to use her again. But it's a losing battle; she can feel herself growing weaker by the moment, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her addiction.
"Please..." she whispers again, her voice little more than a ragged whisper. "I need...I need you to use me...give me your cum..." Her eyes close tightly as she tries to block out the pain and focus on the memory of how good it felt when you were inside her, filling her up with your warmth and power. But it's no use; she can feel herself slipping away, growing more and more desperate with each passing second.
Jess lets out a muffled cry as she feels the sting of your palm connecting with her ass. "Ow! Ouch!" she wails, trying to wriggle away from the pain. Tears stream down her face as you continue to spank her, leaving red handprints across her pale skin. She's never felt so humiliated and helpless before; it's both terrifying and arousing at the same time.
"Please, stop!" she whimpers between sobs. "
I spank her a little harder this time I make sure to get her pussy in the slap as well "stop fighting and I won't have to hurt you"
Jess lets out a high-pitched squeal as the spank lands on her pussy, the sting almost unbearable. "Okay!" she sobs, struggling harder against the binds on her arms. "I'm sorry! I'll be good!" She feels like she might be close to orgasming from the pain and humiliation, and it only makes her more desperate to please you. "Please... don't hurt me anymore..."