Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

Again, she surprised him and turned everything he thought he knew about her upside down. He had expected her to conform to the rules, they all did eventually, but he had expected her to do it while pleading for him to stop, as a way to buy herself out of her misery. No matter how hard he tried to wrap his head around this girl, he could not do it. She was just an ocean of contradictions, switching between hot and cold quicker than an insecure teenager in love. Fortunately for him, he would get to stick his dick into the slut regardless of her temperature. Or maybe this was just another of her charades? Maybe she was bluffing to make him believe that she was on his side now, that she didn't need any punishment? He did not doubt for a second that she was not beyond playing any kinds of games to get her will through. Instinctively he reached down with his hand to feel her pussy out. That exercise cleared all doubts in one second - this slut was horny, it was as simple as that. He easily sank two fingers all the way into her hot snatch, lubricated by her abundant juices. What an eager little strumpet! he exclaimed and laughed. He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, going directly for her clit instead. He pushed the hood back, and brushed his thick thumb in circles around her bud a few laps before rubbing it directly. Judging from how wet you get, maybe it isn't you who should worry about Henry finding himself a whore, it is he who should worry about you being one and doing just about anything to get off. As he ended the sentence, he stopped his circular motion, and instead pinched her clit hard between his thumb and index finger, twisting it around to further the pain even more. At the same time, he thrust the cucumber even deeper into her forced open asshole. He had no intention of giving her pussy any more attention, at least not any of the pleasurable kind. She had done nothing to deserve anything beyond teasing followed by pain, not relief. She was far away from getting any kind of reward, very far. Instead, he slapped her pussy a last time before he abandoned it, and went on to work with the cucumber. This time he slowly pulled it out until only a few inches remained inside her, just to push it back into her again. This time it was much easier to get it to slide down, and just with one thrust he got it even deeper down than he had before. He repeated the exercise, pounding her ass rhythmically, making sure that the improvised toy sank a little bit deeper into her tormented body with every push. He had to move his foot from her face to her neck to keep the rag doll that was her body from being hurled across the room by his violent thrusts. Without him noticing, he was to caught up in the act, the pressure from his foot clamping down on her neck pressed her throat together, restricting her air flow even more than the tight collar already did. Keep begging if you want it to keep coming, assgirl. he growled. As he looked up from his newly acquired toy for a short second, he realized someone was standing in front of them, watching. Sophie. Emma. Or was it Charlotte? He had no idea for how long she had been there, but judging by the entertained smile over her brightly red painted lips it must have been for a while. She was still nude from yesterdays fun, whatever it was they had done, or maybe he should say he had done to her or made her do - his memory was still a bit foggy. The girl, who seemed to be not much older than twenty, was slim, bordering to emaciated. In combination with the pale tone of her skin it made her look a little brittle, as if she would fall into pieces just by the lightest touch. Her tits, however, made up for that shortcoming in her looks round, firm, big, and obviously fake. He must have taken a liking to them last night as well, because they had red stripes in all directions all over them, witnessing of a thorough treatment with the single tail. She must have liked it too, because she had brought the tool down with her, letting it rest nonchalantly over her right shoulder. Her long blonde hair was still in a mess, but the calm look on her face together with the steady but playful gaze of her blue eyes gave her an aura of confidence, contrasting the frail look of her body. Oh, good morning princess. Did you sleep well? Adam asked, just as he pushed the cucumber down to a new depth record into Chloe. Yeah... And I see you have started your morning routine already. she replied, giggling.