“Wall-slam me!”

I answer, following a long moment's consideration, “Face-to-face, though!” Amy's lips twitch, and she grins a little bit at me, liking that I'm challenging her, testing her ability. She pours lubricant onto her cock, preparing herself in advance.

That's what tells me this isn't going to be gentle or simple. Amy's taking the request seriously, which means this is going to be rough, nasty, and a little violent. She reaches for me and snatches a handhold of my hair, seizes one arm, and yanks.

Amy drags me a few steps then whips me around, slamming my back against her wall with a loud clap! of flesh against the white-painted drywall. The hand in my hair twists to force my head to turn to one side as the other hand glides down me.

Her hand slides between my legs, her strong fingers curling against the back of my right thigh. She doesn't ask me to lift a leg, she physically makes me, forcing one leg up as she steps in. Her hand slides down my leg, even as she forces it farther.

As her fingers curl around my ankle, Amy forces me into a standing split. The bridge of my foot presses against the wall to the right side of my head as she makes me rise further, higher. She gives me no choice but to stand just on my metatarsals.

Balanced on the balls of one foot and my toes, my eyes flutter, as I feel her crown underneath me. She smirks as she aligns, then thrusts hard, slamming herself up into me. Her cock drives to the hilt, but the position won't let her balls hit my ass.

I stare into her eyes, our height near enough that this puts us at eye level. Her lips come so close to mine before she turns her head, touching our cheeks. Amy rolls her hips, sliding down out of me, then slams back in, bringing her lips to my ear.

“This is going to be so much fun, watching you unravel face to face!” she murmurs in my ear, her voice dissonant for the sheer delicateness of it. “Maybe I'll even make you cum on me and make you lick it up, once I'm done ramming into you.”

My eyes flutter, defenceless, as she eases out of me, her spine arching to let us renew eye contact. Then she slams into me, fucking me with a fierce passion, forcing my own spine to arch. Her cock hammers into me skilfully, grinding my prostate.

Amy knows exactly how to fuck a boy to the maximum effect. I only know of four she's been with, which drives home her claim of me being the best cock slut she has ever had, out of seven. I still feel fair confidence that makes me her seventh.

I moan, as she slams into me, and establishes a ferocious, commanding rhythm. She doesn't just rely on my basic nature, or even her own brainwashing, to impress herself on me. Her hips slam in with the will to dominate me and to claim me.

Brown irises remain focused on my own, as her hips roll, sliding herself downward and out of me, as much as the current position allows. Then she slams back into me, forcing my spine and raised foot to arch with a mix of ache and of arousal.

Her motions express her intent, and her experience. Amy knows exactly how to use me, how to hammer into me, to ruin me. My eyes flutter helplessly as Amy slams into me, and I purr in involuntary pleasure, tremulously moaning her name.

“Amy ... !” two syllables pass my lips, my voice a broken, tremulous quiver, “you're going to fucking break me ... Amy ... !” My heart flutters, and my cheeks warm to delicate carnation. I am achingly aroused, myself, my palms pressed to her wall.

“Good!” Amy growls low in answer, the sound a rich, almost musical rumble, similar and dissimilar from how Dad growls. Her eyes bore into mine as I splay my fingers against her bedroom wall, flexing and bending, so forceful my knuckles pop.

I can feel my own arousal bubbling, my pleasure rising with every hammering thrust. Amy would need to bend her legs to pull out of me, in this position, which seems to let her drive in that much harder. My eyes flutter as my spine arches more.

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