His cock is uncut. The skin being pushed down around his, shiny constantly lubricated by his own pre-cum, head by my lips. I love the taste of his sweet saltiness, his cock produced more streams of pre-fluid than any man I’d been with before, pre-cum as a lubricant.

I made his cock so hard, rock fucking solid, my firm grip around his shaft, my lips and mouth swallowing and choking on this man. His sizable balls filling my mouth. His taste still remains.

Straddling his torso with no guidance of hands just my cunt working to get that cock inside me. My plug to outlet, my cock to cunt—electricity.

I become that other woman. The one that is elusive to me, one of no control, one controlled by someone else. Grinding on this mans cock, my pussy pulling up to the tip then pounding back down—repeat. Animal sounds emanating from my belly, lungs, out my mouth. His hands wrapping around my throat constricting air—I feel the sly smile creep onto my face at the pleasure I feel in this environment of abandonment and constriction living side by side in room 1721.

It is a feeling I know, one felt before, a mix of abuse and tenderness, though this time it is associated with sex not love. I am animal, I am a woman and simultaneously I am not.

“Ride my cock, use it like it’s yours, fuck it bitch”

My own thrust being helped by his strong arms around my throat, or handling my tits like slabs of flesh. Together slamming my body onto his, juicy cock filling me up. Our bodies and limbs locked into a fuck restriction. My body is ready to cum, my recoil on to his solid beam has me ready to soak. My brain from the loss of air and pleasure stimulation has me floating in a sea white star static. I want to cum. Desperately.

“Don’t you dare cum with out asking”

My mind says “fuck you.”

My cunt and mouth betray me, my mind being constantly betrayed by my body this week. I beg and plead…

“can I cum, may cum, I wanna cum…please oh please let me cum.”

“Come for me baby” I let go and release in wave a built passion fuck release.

“Come again, you can do it cum for me again.”

I do not let the wave pass or slow down, I do not catch my breath, I do not let his gripping hands around my throat be released, and I continue to grind and ride through another shock of orgasm. Cumming dripping wet around his cock, pulling his trunk deeper into me. My absolution from my body flows out like a river of sexuality.

“Now–your ass.”