Easily!

“Maybe I should bend you in half, make you suck your own cock while you ride mine!” Amy teases me, her tone one of an utterly devious mischief, “but then I wouldn't be able to watch your eyes as you break!” She hums, as if it's dichotomous.

“Decisions, decisions!” she growls, as her hips roll, “It's too bad I can't simply hold all your weight on my cock!” The growl makes me shiver, but I asked to be wall-slammed and pounded. Amy's never been the sort to accept failure as a possibility.

Dark brown eyes remain focused on mine as she slams into me. I can feel the flexing of Amy's muscles, stronger than mine and more of them. Holding me in this position cannot be easy, even with me being as compliant for her as I physically can.

Amy arches her spine as she slams into me, steadying her hands on my ankle and my hip. Her eyes focused on mine, I can see her mind at work. She is utterly unwilling to admit I won this one, as sex amps things up to an entirely different level.

The first time in our lives she fails me, it won't be in sex. Her musculature flexes as she slams into me, dragging my hands to her, “Hands on my shoulders, whore. I need you to help steady us ... if you want me to break you like the bitch you are.”

My eyes flutter at her and I grin, elated that she asked me for help. I mean, she couldn't very well have asked anyone else, but still, it's rare for her to ask for help. I curl my fingers around her shoulders, holding onto her, steadying myself for her.

“Good fag!” Amy hisses in my ear as she drives in faster, harder, moving her free hand from my hip to my hair. She draws my hair taut, pressing her knuckles against the wall, growling as she leans close in, slamming into me as hard as she's able.

“Hhoo ... hhoo ... lee ... fuck ... Amy!” I moan her name, swearing and arching, as the continued grinding along my prostate drives me nearer and nearer to release. I didn't expect her to be so concerned about mine, but I can see her determination.

“I ... am ... ungh ... mm-mph!” she growls at me, close to my ear, “Not! Going! Until! YOU! DO!” As ardent a vow as she has ever made, she slams into me, forcing herself to restrain, while holding me in a strained position. I can feel how close I am.

“I'm close!” I murmur helplessly, my body stretched well by her choice of how to wall-slam me, based on my request for it. A few heartbeats later, my cock starts to pulse, and Amy growls, grabbing hold of me, shoving herself in hard as mine hits.

“That's it, bitch! Cum for me!” she snarls the words in my ear, a rumble of lust and dominance, her fingers in my hair slide down between us. She seizes hold of my cock, clamping down hard. I gasp and arch in pain as Amy strokes swift and hard.

My shaft pulses hard in her hand, smaller than hers, but not by a lot. She squeezes so tight that she constrains my release, her fingers clamped down. Her hips roll, bucking fiercely into my own. I feel her pulse, before Amy's load pumps into me.

Amy holds my rod in the vise of her fingers until her own cock ceases to pulse. She growls at me, maintaining eye contact, as she slides herself out, once my walls are tight. I gasp, softly, as she releases my leg, and hers bend, drawing her down.

I watch, staring at her, as she crouches in front of me, then leans in close. She lowers down, so that she'll be below my rod, and angles me down. My eyes wide, I stare down in bewilderment, as she aims me, wondering, “Amy, what are you ... ?”

When she releases, my seed pours out of me in one unbroken stream, down into her open mouth. She crouches, drinking, as if water from a school water fountain. I watch her, as she stares up at me and maintains eye contact, taking every drop.

As soon as the stream ends, she licks her lips and stands up, a smug smirk on her face. She leans close, kissing me on the lips, then murmuring in my ear. “I wanted to know what the big deal is with phallic milk. You know, you taste really nice.”

“You know, I'm going to want more milk, so you better take care of these,” she says, as her fingers slide down to tenderly cup my jewels, “No matter what, slut. Once I deprogram you, whether you ask me to reprogram you again or you don't ...”

“I want your milk. It's good,” Amy tells me, grinning as my cheeks skip right past pink and go straight to fucking maroon. Her hand moves to cup my cheek, stroking my cheekbone with her thumb. I turn my head, kissing her palm, and I nod.

“I promise not to lose them,” I joke, and Amy giggles at me.

“That'd be pretty hard since they're attached, dumbass!” her hands move from having been on my cock and on my nuts, to covering her mouth, giggling madly. “Oh my god. I promise not to lose them, he says. You fucking dumbass little slut!”

“I love you, too, Amy,” I say, and she throws her arms around me and hugs me tightly, rolling so her back is the one that's against the wall. I close my eyes and lean into her embrace, breathing in the scent of her, rich in the air, and relaxing fully.

“Good boy, my darling slut, good boy,” my best friend murmurs in my ear, before gently pushing me away as she looks at her bedroom's digital clock, “Oh, well. It's getting sort of late, now. Come on. Quick shower, we dress, I'll walk you home.”

It doesn't take long before we're clean, dried, and dressed, and Amy calls to tell them she's walking me home. Then we're out the door, out the front gate, and onto the sidewalk.

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