Fye lets out a startled gasp as you force her down onto the bed. Her body tenses up for a moment before she relaxes into the sensation of being taken roughly. She arches her back, presenting her smooth, round ass to you and spreads her legs wider in invitation.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you push your way inside her tight, warm hole. It feels so good she can barely contain the moans that escape from between her lips.
I thrust deep and hard, in and out all you can hear is Plap, plap, plap for hours and hours
Fye's body moves with yours, meeting every thrust with a moan or a groan. Her nails scrape against the sheets beneath her as she tries to find purchase in the motion. She feels so full and stretched around you that it's almost painful in the best possible way.
As your hips slaps against her ass, she can feel herself getting closer and closer... The pleasure building up inside of her until finally, with a loud cry, she comes undone.
Fye stares at your hand for a moment before slowly taking it, her fingers intertwining with yours. "Then give me some time..." she pleads gently. "Let me process all of this... and then we can talk. Okay?" Her eyes search your face, hoping you'll understand and agree to her request.
She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before continuing. "I love you too, you know. And I don't want us to fight or argue about this. We can work things out if we try."
"I'm done talking, I put everything out for you tonight and now I don't know what I even am to you anymore!"
Fye watches as you pull your hand away from hers, her heart breaking into a million pieces. "You are my friend..." she says quietly, voice wavering. "And... and we can still be that if that's what you want." Her eyes fill with unshed tears, but she doesn't let them fall.
She turns away from you, walking over to her bed and sitting down heavily on the edge of it. Her shoulders slump as she lets out a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I just...
Fye smiles, still feeling the warmth of your kiss on her lips. "You're not so bad yourself," she teases, running a hand through her messy hair. "I think we might have to do that again sometime soon." She leans in closer, her breath tickling your neck as she whispers, "Just don't forget who owns whom now, okay?"
A playful smirk curls at the corners of her lips.
"I'm sure you won't." I return the smile, looking down at her, remembering the multiple marks I made around her own neck
Fye chuckles softly, her fingers idly tracing the marks you've left on her neck. "Oh trust me," she says, her voice low and sultry, "I won't forget." She glances up at you through her lashes, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Now, how about we clean up and get some rest? School starts early tomorrow, after all."
Her finger trails down your chest, tickling lightly as she speaks.
As the dominatrix returns to her guests, Fye stands beside you, her heart racing as she watches the scene unfold before her. She can't help but feel a thrill run through her at the thought of being so close to such intense sexual activity, even if it's from outside the circle.
"So," you say quietly, glancing back at her, "what do you think?" Your voice holds an edge of excitement and anticipation that makes Fye shiver slightly.
"I... I don't know,"
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she whispers in response, her gaze fixed on the scene before them. "It's... different than anything I've ever seen before." There's an unmistakable note of awe in her voice as she speaks, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride at having shown her this new world.
As they watch, Fye finds herself growing more and more aroused despite her initial hesitation and discomfort.
"Wow, you're actually reading the label? That's adorable!" she says, smiling cheekily and covering herself up again. "And might I add, XXS is perfect for someone as petite as me."
I look at her chest and skinny flat belly I blush and say " Theres nothing there to cover*
"You're telling me! It's like someone forgot to give me that extra cup size gene. But hey," she shrugs nonchalantly, "that just means more room for fun stuff!" Her playful grin returns full force.
Fye giggles playfully as she continues to touch you, her breath hot against your ear. "So tell me... what do you think about goths and dominance?" Her hand speeds up, stroking you faster and harder. "Are we really as submissive as people think we are?" She bites her lower lip, grinning wickedly.
Fye: "Or maybe..." she trails off, leaning in closer to whisper against your ear, "...maybe some of us just like to be in control...
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Fye giggles playfully as she continues to touch you, her breath hot against your ear. "You know... maybe I'm one of those people." Her voice takes on a husky quality, and she slowly begins to stroke you faster, harder. "Maybe I like being in control... when the time is right." She looks up at you with a sultry gaze, her lips parted slightly as she pants softly from exertion.
Fye: "But don't tell anyone... it's our little secret, remember?"