Encouragement…

As he rams my cunny, I inhale deeply, registering his scent, like a face or a name.

He fucks me hard and deep, and I revel in the feeling of my body stretching to accommodate his length and girth, making room. Encouragement… Demands… Please… I cannot articulate any of those except by my groans and the welcoming response of my body.

Before long, large hands cup my hips, and a flood of warming fluid fills me. As soon as the thick cock pulls out, a small tongue presses against my body and tenderly licks, probably catching the excess leaking from my body.

Heat rushes to my ears when he plucks out the plugs, and then he removes the gag.

"Osa?" A familiar voice, low and warm, cut through the silence in her head. "You with us?"

Her own voice was a dry croak. “Mmf… yes.”

“Good girl.” A thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away a track of moisture she hadn’t even felt. “You did so well.”

The world rushed back in a dizzying flood. Not a visual one—the blindfold was still firmly in place, a strip of velvet blackness—but a tactile one. The ache in her shoulders, a deep, satisfying burn from being stretched. The delicious throb between her thighs, a hollow, wet emptiness now. The cool air of the room kissing her sweat-slicked skin.