And I did.
"Yes. Just like that." He grabbed my head, pushing his dick further down my throat until I gagged. He pulled back, but I gripped his ass and forced him forward. I loved to choke on it.
I kept sucking, and my eyes watered from the constant gagging, but his dick suddenly tasted like raspberries, and I couldn't stop. Was this another customizable feature?
“Shit, I’m not ready to come.” He picked me up, flipped me upside down, and ate my pussy while he walked over to the couch.
Next thing I knew, I was on my back, and his tongue was exploring every hole I had.
“Wait, please.” I begged after coming twice more.
He stopped and climbed up my body, kissing my stomach, tits, and neck before he made it to my mouth. And dammit if that tongue wasn’t just as good in a kiss.
“You begging for mercy?”
“I just—” I caught my breath. “Dammit.”
“No breaks,” he said and then flipped me on my stomach. “You asked to be fucked, Rayna.”
And he was back inside me. Slow strokes teased me, this time without the revving. He took his time, kissing my back as his hand gripped my hair. Soon, I was dripping wet, pushing my hips back, encouraging him to give me more. He lifted my stomach from the couch until we were both vertical as he fucked me.
I threw my hands above my head, but he grabbed my wrist pulling them back to him.
“Keep your hands on me,” he groaned.” Hold on.”
“Yes,” I moaned, reaching behind me to grab his waist as he thrust inside me.
“Good girl.” He slapped my tits and teased my nipples again, sending sharp but pleasurable sensations through my body. Dammit, I loved that.
I fell forward and looked back at him. “Smack my ass.”
“Oh, you like the pain huh?” He grinned.
“Yes.” I threw my ass back at him. “Smack it.”
“Beg for it.” He rubbed my cheek, preparing the surface for the coming sting.
“Please, Metice. Please smack my ass.” I bit my lip and waited.
He gave me what I asked for, and I cried out in pleasure. “Yes!”
After four more slaps that left my cheek red, he flipped me on my back. “Take this dick like a good girl.”
This time, he brought the rotations back, and I was about to lose my damn mind.
“You’re so big,” I moaned as I pulled one of the cushions from the couch. “Dammit.”
“I can get bigger.” He leaned in. “Would you like me to get bigger for you, Rayna?”
“What?” I gasped.
And then, he grew. Inside me. Metice stretched until I couldn’t take anymore.
“How the hell?” I felt his dick in my stomach. “How did you do that?”
“I’m going to stretch you out.” He took one of my breasts into his mouth and slowly pushed my walls further and further until I could give him no more room. Then, he started pounding my pussy again, and I lost it.
“Stretch me!” I cried and smacked his ass. “Fuck me! Don’t stop!”