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[Ons]

It was Tuesday, around 10:40 AM. I’m at work, stuck in some mind-numbing grind, but my brain’s on her my girl, all prim in her office skirt and blouse, but I know she’s a dripping, begging slut when I take control. We’d played rough before, her pretending to resist but craving me to own her.

I decided to mess with her, texting: “Get home by 11:10 sharp. Unlock the door, strip naked, stand facing the wall by the entrance, hands behind your back. No ***king, not a fucking glance, or I’ll spank that ass raw.” I’ve got the silk blindfold in my pocket, ready to use. She’s at her job, probably faking it in a meeting, but I know she’s squirming. She texts back, “I’m working…” I reply, “Don’t care. 11:10. Naked. No ***king. Move.” Five minutes, and she’s hooked, texting a shaky “Yes, Daddy.” I know she’s soaked, s***ding home, mind spinning with what’s coming.

I ditch work with a bullshit lunch excuse, grab the blindfold, and haul ass to her home, cock throbbing. I walk in at 11:10, heart pounding. There she is, fucking perfect naked, facing the wall, hands clasped behind her, not daring to ***k. Her body’s a wet dream, skin glowing in the dim light, curves so lush I want to devour her. Her ass is round, trembling, a slick trail dripping down her thighs. She’s a mess, and I haven’t touched her. I step up silently, tie the blindfold over her eyes, tight and fast, my fingers grazing her face. She gasps, a soft “Daddy…” slipping out, but she stays still, surrendering.

I let her stand there, blindfolded, shaking, the silence driving her wild. Then I grab her hips, spin her around, and slam her against the wall, her tits squishing against it. I bite her neck hard, leaving a mark, and she moans, arching back. My hand slides between her thighs, finding her pussy dripping, clit swollen. I tease it, circling slowly, then thrust two fingers deep, pumping hard while she whimpers and bucks. She’s so wet it’s running down my hand. I drop to my knees, spread her thighs, and eat her pussy like a starved man, sucking her clit, lapping up her sweetness till she’s shaking. She’s moaning, “Please…” but I slap her thigh, shutting her up.

I yank her hair, push her to her knees in the entryway. Unzip my pants, cock hard as fuck, and shove it in her mouth, no warning. She gags, blindfold wet with tears, but she’s eager, sucking sloppy, lips sliding over me, spit dripping down her chin. It’s messy, desperate, not some worship ritual, just a slut doing what she’s told. I fuck her face, hands in her hair, and when I cum, I spray her tongue. She swallows it all, gasping, “Fuck me, I can’t wait!” I don’t say shit, just drag her to the bedroom by the arm, blindfold still on, her body slick with sweat and juices.

I throw her on the bed, face down, ass up, and eat her pussy again sucking hard, making her scream, cumming so hard her thighs quake. Then I fuck her, no mercy. Slam into her pussy deep, her screams filling the room. I grip her hips, pounding until she’s sobbing with pleasure. I flip her over, legs over my shoulders, and fuck her missionary, bed creaking like it’s gonna collapse. I bite her thighs, her tits, leaving red marks everywhere. She’s clawing my back, begging, “Own me, please!” I cum inside her, she squirts all over me, and we collapse, blindfold still on. I don’t let her rest long my cock’s still hard, her body’s trembling, and I’m not done.

I pull her up, bend her over the dresser, still blindfolded, and spank her ass hard, leaving more handprints. She’s moaning, dripping again, and I don’t wait slam back into her pussy, rougher this time, the dresser rattling against the wall. I bite her shoulder, adding another mark, and fuck her until she’s screaming, cumming again, legs shaking so bad she can barely stand. I flip her onto the bed, now half-broken from round one, and go at her missionary again, deeper, harder. The bed groans, and with one brutal thrust, the frame snaps slats crack, mattress dips, and we keep going. I cum inside her again, she’s squirting, sobbing, blindfold soaked but still tight on her eyes. I slip out quietly, leaving her panting, wondering if it was me or some stranger who just fucked her twice.

The next day, I’m at work, trying to focus, when she sends a text that sets me on fire. It’s a mirror selfie, just a thong, showing off my marks—purple bites on her neck, red handprints on her thighs, hickeys blooming on her tits. “Look what you did,” she writes. “I’m sore, but I need you again.” Those marks, man, they’re my fucking signature, proof I owned her, and she still doesn’t know for sure it was me.

[CJ_SilverQueen]

Wow!!! That was incredible 😈😈🔥🔥🌶️🌶️

[bi****]

My butt hole is soaked