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My fingers came away with just a little blood and I wiped them on her leg. She leaned in closer. She has been asking for more water sports. And she is very dirty. Come on, dirty girl. I hear it hit the water in the toilet before I feel it on my fingers, and I move my hand a little to touch the flow of piss.
I feel it on my fingers and bring them closer to the lips of her pussy as she lets it go in a steady stream. She laughs and bends her neck to touch her forehead against my chest. My fingers are wet. So are you, pretty girl. I remind her that I frequently wipe lube over her skin. Likes to leave it there so she is filthy all day.
I press play and we return to the queer porn flick. A minute later, she points to the dried blood on her thigh and leans in to me. Am I so desensitized? She bites her lip. I swig the last of the wine. I follow her and flick off the lights. She strips off her shorts and tee shirt and I pull my cock out of the jersey sheet bag I keep it in on my nightstand, strip off my tee shirt, jeans, and briefs, and put the harness and cock on. She grabs the Throe, spreads it out onto the bed, and climbs up, lying on her side.
I pump the lube twice—once over the lips of her cunt, once on the head of my dick. I rub it slowly with my hand, showing off a little because I know she likes to watch me jerk off. Her legs are open on either side of my knees.
Her cunt is mostly bare, her lips are pink and swollen. Taking the cock in my fist, I use the head of my cock to rub the lube along her slit, rubbing it on her cunt, slick and smooth, and then smack her with it a few times, before I slide in. I reach up to her wrists and my hands fit so easily around them, she feels so small. A request to hold her harder, a request to keep her down. We both shudder as I slide in deeper and put more of my weight down onto her, and she wraps her legs around me, her arms around my shoulders.
I fuck her harder, reaching down with my right hand to lop my elbow around her calf and pull her knee up, her legs apart. I wish it was more consistent, to come inside her, to get off while she writhes.
She moans in my ear and squirms under me. I shift some weight onto my knees and spread my forearm out across her chest, pressing her down into the bed. I work my hips harder, pulling out and slamming back in, splaying my knees a little to get a better grip on the bed so I can keep my angle and friction.
I put my hand over her mouth. Her eyes plead and I hold her down by her jaw, cautiously but firm, and work my hips. I lift my hand up and she breathes in, and I close it back down on her mouth again, this time over her nose, too.
I love how you take it, my good girl. She splays her hips open and gives me everything. I lift my hand from her mouth and she gasps, breathes in. I bring my fingers to her clit and she starts yelling, open mouthed.
She does, immediately, and I keep going. Do it for your Daddy. Come on, show off for me. I hold her down, bite her shoulder, and she pushes against me, coming again. She catches her breath and I sit up, kneeling between her legs, then grab at her thighs and turn her over to her stomach.
I pull on her hips. She squeals a little; she likes it, but it stings. She wants to take more pain. I slide my cock back insider her and press my palm down into her back, smacking her shoulder blades hard enough to make some dramatic noise but not so hard as to leave any red marks.
She moans into the pillow. I grip her hips and fuck harder, my knees slipping on the Throe blanket. Make a big mess, get my cock all dirty. Make it dirty, little slut. I know how you are. My slutty little girl. I want a gush, want to feel it drip down my thighs.
I lean back and shove my fingers in, start working her g-spot and her clit between two fingers and my thumb, still pressing her back down into the bed. I can feel her swelling and pressing against my fingers as she squirts, gushing, and I feel it on my thighs. I pull her back onto my lap, both of us on our knees, stacked, and hold her as she leans back into me, catching her breath. We breathe in sync.
She moves off of me first and we both stretch out our legs, shake out the cramps in our knees. My cock is smeared with blood and come and lube—the blood, at least, I can see.
It kind of stings. Blood and piss and come and lube. She grips it in her hand and I shift my legs, still holding the base of it. She sticks out her tongue and licks along the tip, then makes a face. She does it again, sucking down the head this time, but recoils and grimaces again. You can do it. I told you to do it, now do it right. You made a big mess, now you clean it up. The dirty filthy nasty girl wins, and she sucks it down, taking it deep into her throat eagerly.
She works her tongue and her hand. Good girl, clean that all up. Lube and come and blood and piss and spit, all the dirty things from your sweet holes. Clean it all up. Moments like this I find myself hip-deep in dick envy, wishing so hard that my flesh would yield in her mouth like I want it to, like I crave. Embodied silicone only goes so far. I concentrate on what it would be like if it was flesh, her sweet soft lips and slick tongue.
She pulls it out of her mouth to breathe and dribbles spit everywhere. She slides it as far back in her mouth as she can, nearly to the base, and I groan. I want to feel it tickle her throat. I want to feel that ring of muscles contract around the head. I get so frustrated, I nearly start crying. I have to shift. I pull her up onto me and kiss her wet mouth.
I just want to feel her a little more. I slide back in and she rides me, rocking her hips back and forth. I thrust some more. I pull her to me, down to my chest, when she comes again. I hold her there a minute, stroking her hair, then push her back up to sitting and hold her wrists again. We have talked about some training experiments around that.