One would think after being used as a free use slut for brutal Orgy fantasies I’d really want a big break. Those people are idiots, nothing gets you hotter than being used. It makes you hungry for control, needing power where you otherwise wouldn’t need it. I found someone to ravage myself. Some guy walking home from classes, his bag overburdened and spilling books at the slightest shake. He had good balance, working to keep it right, which told me he was used to this kind of nonsense. He was clearly overworking himself, I could see it in his eyes. So I followed, no one worries about a girl following a man, only the opposite, so I was able to keep pace with him up until he went to take a shortcut through an alley. That’s when I pounced, grabbed him and pushed him to the ground quite suddenly, out of sight I didn’t even give him time to ask what the fuck before I was ripping his pants from his body and getting that savored prize out for me to play with. I gave him one naughty glint of my eyes mistress phone sex gaze, one hauntingly horny gasp, and let him put it together while I lined him up under my skirt and let him do the rest. He couldn’t resist the wonderful heat, he had to have it, he grabbed my hips before he even knew what was happening and hilted in my overly used, still cumslick pussy. There’s something to be said about needy underused dick. It’s always bigger on entry, it spreads you apart even if you’re spread, and tries to create a gaping hole to rut in because it can’t contain itself any longer. I didn’t let him do that, this was my game. I used my legs to hold his down, my hands to hold his chest to the dirt, and pounded his sack with my ass on my own terms. He was going to cum himself dry before I was done. I could already feel wet hot pre working itself into my folds, and his balls were shaking with desire to unload, but it was all going to be on my desires. “Don’t try, this is my game.” I warned him of my No limits phone sex desires, as I pounded down one last time and felt the first load erupt.
