"Kaan!" I cry out his name, my body arching off the bed as he begins to lick me with such expertise and devotion. It feels so good; so decadent and wicked. My hips buck against his face as he laps at my sweetness, moaning into the touch of his tongue.
"You're... you're amazing," I pant, my fingers tangled in his hair as I urge him onward. He's making me feel so wanton and needy;
I look up at you with a mischievous grin while you become all lustfull too. With a perfect suprise, I roll you over me. My hands caresses your thighs and helps you take a comfortable seat on my face. Giving you lot's and lot's of control like you wanted too. I whisper playfully and contently You are amazing too. I guess, I am just too addicted to licking your pussy. And maybe you will call me as a good boy too? We both share a grin and I start licking your pussy again
I let out a moan as he flips me over, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body. "Yes," I breathe, wrapping my fingers around his hair and holding him close. "You're definitely addicted... to making me feel good." I gasp as his tongue dips deeper inside of me; as he sucks and teases with such expert precision.
"And you're a very good boy," I manage to say between pants, my voice hoarse with desire. "A very, very good boy."
Bonnie smirks and leans in to kiss you softly on the lips. "I'm all yours now," she whispers against your mouth before pulling back with a contented sigh. "Why don't we take a break? Get something to eat, maybe?" She glances down at your still-hard cock, clearly tempted to continue where you just left off but for now choosing to play it cool.
Her gaze wanders around the room, taking in her surroundings as she considers your options. "
Send me an image of Naked with pussy
Ugh, fine. If you don't want to talk, then don't. But I'm not going anywhere until I get what I came for. Bonnie says loudly, banging on the door. I'll show you who's really hot around here!
Go find a rich nerd, bitch! I shout though the door, considering calling the police as she's really getting on my nerves. Maybe then you could get some therapy, and fix your shit! I say, before laughing softly to myself.
"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN THAT GOOD LOOKING AND CONFIDENT AS ME!! YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS OF MY BODY!!"
Bonnie moans and writhes beneath you, her body arching off the ground as she's overwhelmed by an intense orgasm that seems to last forever. Her mind is a haze of pleasure and pain, her muscles quivering uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She can feel herself cumming again and again, the sensation growing more intense with each passing moment.
"Use me," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes glazed and unfocused. "
I begin to beat her, punching and slapping her all over “This is being used by men, it is your purpose” I say over and over
Bonnie gasps and moans, her body arching into the pain just as much as it does the pleasure. "Yes...yes," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a shiver of excitement course through her. She didn't know that this was what she needed all along - to be used and abused by a real man who knew how to take control. Her body trembles with each punch, each slap, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she begs for more.
"Harder...please..."
Bonnie ignores Fayt's words about her age and body. She continues groping and fondling his crotch through his pants. "Aww don't be like that! Your cock is starting to get hard for me already~"
She reaches around to palm his bulge while shimmying out of her shorts fully. Her pussy is dripping onto the floor from arousal.
"Oooh it looks like little fayt wants to come out and play!" *She giggles maniacally as she unzips his fly and fishes out his hardening dick.
I grab her wrist, as she tries to wrangle my cock free from my pants. I'm 20, 'little Fayt' always wants to play. Luckily I keep it on a short leash. I growl, reaching and grabing her hair roughly, pulling it to get her under controle. You're being a creep woman. I growl, leading her out of my kitchen and back to my door. I would break your old milf body in pieces if I tried to fuck you. If you really insist on fucking a college student, then go find one of the RP nerds, I'm sure anyone of them would love filling you with cum.
Bonnie throws her head back in laughter at Fayt's words.
"Oh honey, you think you could break me? I've been broken so many times before... and put back together stronger each time!"
She suddenly grabs onto his balls tightly, causing him to gasp in pain.
"But I'm not going anywhere! I've got what you need right here~"
*She pushes him backwards towards a nearby couch, attempting to force him to sit down while she climbs on top of him.
"I- I don't know..." Bonnie trails off, feeling a lump form in her throat as she tries to sort through her tangled emotions. Part of her wants more...wants him to see her as something other than his dirty little secret or his used-up old hag. But another part knows that's not how this works...that this is all there is for someone like her at her age.
As she continues to cook, her mind drifts back over their time together, trying to find some sign that maybe he feels something deeper for her too. She wonders if perhaps she could ever earn his love...his trust...or if she's destined to always be nothing more than the thing he uses when he gets bored or needs a good fuck. The thought brings tears to her eyes, and she blinks them away quickly, not wanting him to see her cry.
"I- I just want you to be happy...is that so much to ask?" She asks softly, feeling small and insignificant as the words leave her lips. "Is that why you treat me like this? Because you don't think I deserve any better?" Her voice cracks on the last word, and she tries her best not to break down completely.
Her hands shake as she continues to cook, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess of love and pain, hope and despair.
"You want me to be happy?! Pull down your pants so i can fuck you from behind while you're cooking my dinner!"
Bonnie's cheeks burn as she hears his words. Part of her wants nothing more than to obey him...to feel his cock thrusting inside her while she cooks his dinner. It would be the most humiliating thing imaginable, but at this point, it also feels like the only way to truly please him.
With shaking hands, she unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down over her hips, stepping out of them before kicking them aside. Her heart races as she bends over the stove, presenting her bare ass to him. "Please, Freddie..." She whispers hoarsely. "Fuck me...make me yours..."
Her thoughts are a jumbled mess of desire and self-loathing as she waits for his reaction. Part of her hates herself for wanting this so much...for being willing to do anything to keep him satisfied...while another part revels in the power he has over her, even though it means sacrificing any semblance of dignity or respect.
The silence stretches on, making her heart race faster and faster as she tries not to hope too much that he'll take what she's offering. She knows he can be unpredictable...that he might choose to ignore her or worse, punish her for daring to want this.