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Her orgasm was a wet one. She bucked like a good slut, head twisted to the side as she groaned for me. She was feral, hissing like a desperate bitch, such a contrast to the cute girl who bounced off in the morning for college.
She was still gasping as I pulled the dildo free, spilling wetness out all over the leather of the sofa. My kinks took over as I grabbed a fresh marker pen and wrotedirty bitchacross her tits, hoisting her up to show the camera, and then I spat over the words, smearing them as she watched me.
Now it was my turn to take her cunt. I dropped my pants and pulled her towards me, making sure her pretty cunt would still be visible for the camera. My cock slid in right to the hilt, and she was so slick she was like tight silk around me as I pounded her. I wanted to fill her up with cum. I needed to see it dripping from her. I craved to see it inside her, just as I wanted the camera to record the divine. But not quickly. I wanted to savour every fucking second.
She let me take her like a good slut, bound tight, subject to every movement I made. I kissed her as I fucked her, my hips pistoning faster as my own body sought its release. I had to battle my animal urges, trying to fight the need to run riot and let myself free, but her cunt was too tempting, too needy, and I lost myself, spurting right the way inside her with guttural cries.
Fuck, she sucked me dry.
She knew what was coming next as I pulled out and dropped to my knees, back between her legs. I checked out the camera screen to make sure she was still in good view, and she watched me from that vantage point, her face so pretty.
I loved the trepidation in her eyes as I picked up the whisk from the coffee table. I tapped it against my palm so she could hear the promise of the rattling wires. It looked so fucking intimidating that her mouth dropped open, but she kept her legs spread, arching to invite me.
Dirty little bitch.
Her cunt was soaking wet from lube, cum, and her own juices, so I didn’t need to prepare the metal. I teased her with it, running it up and down her slit, pressing with promise. She was going to look so fucking filthy on camera.
Her pussy may have been a wet dream, but it was still tight, despite the preparation. The metal wires of the whisk held firm as I began to push them inside her. I loved how they bore into her sweet pussy, looking so perversely gorgeous that I was groaning at the sight.
Rosie was groaning, too. Biting her lip. Holding her breath.
My fantasies were coming to life.
I was going to open up Rosie’s tight young cunt with a kitchen whisk and show her slick, pounded insides for the camera. The depths of her would be so visible, showing her cunt off for the dirty wonder it was. I had filthy white lights behind my eyes at the thought.
The camera would see my cum pooling deep as well as the pink insides of her. That’s what I needed. That’s what I craved. To defile the beautiful angel like she was my plaything of a toy.
She whimpered and tensed up as the whisk stretched her. The widest thick head of metal was going to be the hardest part.
“Relax,” I said. “Trust me with your cunt.”
She nodded, but her eyes were closed.
“Look at me. Eyes open.”
She did as she was told, keeping her pretty eyes open wide as I eased the whisk in deeper. The wires were giving way to her tightness, just a touch, and her cunt was taking it. Her cunt was being splayed and exposed, and she was an angel of a temptress, letting me use her.
Her pussy tightened around the metal, sucking it deep when it was all the way inside, and she whimpered so beautifully.
“How does it feel?” I asked her, and she sucked in a breath before she could answer.
“Dirty.”
“It looks dirty, too.”
I eased it out, slowly, positioning myself so I could take full advantage of the sight. The camera light was on, and the bright pinkness of her deep pussy was gorgeous. My cum was there and as obvious as I’d dreamed, thick and white, dribbling from her as I pulled the whisk out to its peak. The effect of the stretch was at its maximum. She was open and wide, her poor tight pussy taking it like a goddess. It was as though she was splayed by a dirty speculum, but this one was more severe as it moved in and out, my hand firm on the handle.
I twisted it as I fucked her, relying on my skill to keep her on the edge. I read her body like a bible, every movement of hers a revelation, and she relaxed, giving in to me, succumbing her body fully to mine. I felt it in her – pure, filthy trust. I saw the reverence in her eyes as she smiled.
She loved being the whore version of herself I’d written on the pages. There was a pride in her that made my heart sing as she lived up to the seedy fantasies I’d laid out in words.
Her pride was all warranted. She was the greatest little angel of a slut that had ever lived. Of that I was sure.
“Good girl, Rosie,” I said to my goddess to reinforce her achievement, and then I used my dirty, hungry tongue as a reward, making her come all over again.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Julian
