Somehow he found a backroom. He pulled the dress over my head. “Bend over,” it was more of a hiss. He took hold of my hips, his hands dwarfing me. “This is how it works,” he growled. “Is this what you want?”
His cock, like his body, seemed too big for me, yet i looked around with pleading eyes. “you want…” i screamed out as he lifted me up and crashed into me, “this?” His fingers dug into my skin, pulling me onto as he moved. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock stretching me like never before as his pounding quickened.
Reduced to ragged whimpers, i hoped he didn’t expect a reply as he drove into me. “Aaah yes, my tight little puss,” he groaned, and i felt his balls against my skin, his relentless thrusts moving my entire body.
i could feel the waves of pleasure building when, barely moving anymore, he started to move me back and forth on him, covering himself in my wetness. “That’s it, now give it to me. Come for me, now.” i screamed out as i spasmed and shuddered, his final thrusts filling me with his release.
Catching his breath, he lifted me off his cock and set me down on my knees. “That is what happens, you see, little one,” he said, with a smirk. “Now get dressed, we have a party to go back to.”
