Page 104 of Stalker's Toy

The sounds.

The heat.

The skin.

The cocks pillaging holes.

The cum, flowing from used pussies.

This is art, art at its rawest, and I’m fucking Picasso.

I notice her nipples harden, and she steps right in front of me, rubbing her ass against my cock.

Wrapping my arm around her, I slide my fingers up and down her wet pussy, teasing her, putting her on display.

I wait until I see her tremble, until the tension turns liquid, then I nod at a guy in the crowd.

He moves over, face eager, eyes full of want.

“Can he lick you?” I ask, my voice the calm at the center of a thousand storms.

She doesn't even hesitate, just nods, just lets it take her over.

The man obeys, and I watch her squirm under his touch.

Her body responds wildly, and it's as beautiful as I knew it would be.

I lean down and give my next command. “Don’t stop until you make her squirt all over your face.”

She’s against me, trembling and desperate and exactly where I need her.

A zip is all it takes to free my cock and I’m shoving it inside her, sliding against the wet of her pussy, feeling her clench down against the intrusion.

The guy's face is buried between her legs, and I've got her pinned against me, filling her, pounding her.

Forcing her to take me, forcing her to let me take her to new heights.

Mia writhes, tries to move, but there’s nowhere for her to go.

I feel the tension coil inside her, feel it shatter, feel it form again, tighter than ever.

She's clenching me, begging me to stop, but I don’t.

I know what she needs.

She needs to come undone in the best way possible.

It’s as raw and violent and beautiful as I planned.

My muscles burn, but I push and push and push until her cries hit that high note.

The guy below is relentless, working her over with his mouth, his fingers, his want.

But I’m the one making her lose her mind. I'm the one in charge.

I always fucking am.

I lift her leg higher, drive deeper, force my cock as far as I know she can take.

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