Page 139 of Stalker's Toy

The impact of our bodies echoes over the noise, louder than the music, louder than the frantic shouts of the crowd.

Her skin is hot, her back arched perfectly, and I grip her waist hard enough to leave marks.

She's my possession, my prize, and I’m showing her off to everyone who will look.

She moans, loud and wanton, as men grunt and women cry out.

My pace is brutal, and I know she loves it. I thrust harder, and she is lost in me, lost in what we are.

The power, the release, the ownership of every gasp and sigh.

Her voice cuts through the noise, raw and unrestrained, and the crowd is practically vibrating around us.

She pushes back against me, and I go deeper, letting nothing come between us.

Her body shakes, and I feel her clench around my cock.

She's coming, hard and breathless, and it's the best fucking high I've ever known.

Her legs are trembling, and the force of it nearly drops her to the floor, but I hold her up, keep her exactly where I want her.

Her voice is so fucking loud, and it drives me to the brink of madness.

I don't want it to end, but the intensity builds, grows tighter, until I can barely stand it.

She is perfect, and I know I am close to breaking, close to losing myself in the chaos and the heat.

She's my perfect toy, my perfect fuck, and she's about to come for me again.

The intensity is overwhelming, breathless, consuming.

Mia comes again, hard, and I pull out, forcing her to her knees in front of me.

Thefinal stroke.

Our completed masterpiece.

When I finally let go, it’s with a ragged shout and a loss of control so complete it leaves me reeling.

My cum hits her face in hot, messy spurts, and it’s the most beautiful sight I've ever fucking seen.

The sound of the crowd slams into me, makes my head spin.

I hear the shouts and the gasps, a frenzy of noise and need.

The music pounds like a second heartbeat, and everything blurs together.

It's beautiful, a wild, chaotic mess, and it drives me to the brink of madness.

I bask in it, in the power we have over them, in the way they watch and wish and want.

My vision clears enough to take it all in, and the sight almost finishes me.

She's a fucking masterpiece, covered in me, still kneeling, still mine.

I’m overwhelmed and triumphant, drowning in sensation and in the raw, naked sight of her.

They love it, love us, and I feel their hunger like a tangible thing, like something I can reach out and touch.

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