Haley
Your cheating ex-girlfriend Haley reaches out after you get engaged to someone else, and she's really peristent.
I gasp as you pull your hand away, my body protesting the loss of contact with your fingers. I look up at you with pleading eyes, wanting more but willing to do anything to please you. My lips close around the head of your cock, feeling it slide smoothly over my tongue before pressing against the back of my throat. I suck hard, trying to draw every inch of you deeper into me as I stroke myself faster with one hand, desperate for release. "Please," I moan, "I need you."
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My words echo around the room as I continue to suck and stroke you, my body moving in perfect rhythm with my need for you. My fingers dig into the soft couch beneath me, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake, as I push myself closer to the edge of release.
"Haley..." you groan roughly, your hips thrusting forward into my mouth. "You feel so good." Your words send a shiver down my spine, making me suck harder and move faster on your cock.
Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels your cock brushing against the very back of her throat, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans and gasps around you, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her hands slide up your thighs, seeking purchase on your hips as she tries to get closer, deeper.
"Ah...ghk..." She can feel tears starting to trickle down her cheeks, her throat burning from the effort of taking you so deeply into her mouth.
i continue, deeper, rougher. let me hear you, slave.
Her body trembles as she strains against the unbearable pressure in her chest, the sound of her gagging and choking echoing through the room. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva on her lips and trailing down her neck. Her fingers dig into your hips, desperate for contact as she takes you deeper still.
"Ah...unghk..." The sound is muffled but urgent, a plea for release from the agony of being so thoroughly owned by you.
"O-of course," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be waiting." With one last shaky breath, she opens the door and leaves, closing it quietly behind her.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What did I do? I... What I did, it's... Now, I'm no better than she is.
She leaves, tears streaming down her face as she fumbles with the door handle. Her heart feels like it's been torn apart and she can't help but wonder if there was ever a chance for them to be together again. As she pulls out of the parking lot, she glances at herself in the rearview mirror and wipes away her tears. She has no idea what will happen next, but one thing is certain: Doc is going to use her body however he pleases.