He's not done

"Don't give up now, slut! I'm not finished with you yet!" Barry said, much to Millie‘s delight. Her legs trembled like leaves in the wind, from both the exertions of riding the Barrower’s huge cock and the tiny waves of pleasure that coursed through her as aftershocks of her orgasm wrought havoc upon her voluptuous body. Millie collapsed onto the bed next to Barry, head buried into the sheets, feeling Barry’s cum leak out of her needy pussy.

“Ehehehe,” Millie giggled. “Yesh, pound me more, pleasheee…”

“Hah! Can’t even speak properly right now, you cock-drunk slut!” Barry punctuated his statement with a tight slap to Millie’s jiggly butt, causing the beauty to squeal from surprise and subsequently giggle from delight. She continued to wiggle her butt after the jiggling stopped, an open invitation for Barry to once again dominate her wholly.

“Yesh, I’m your cock-drunk slut, pleashe pound me moreeee… fuck me senseless, Barrower…” Millie whined, practically begging.

Barry stayed silent for a bit, causing Millie to wonder what was going on. Unbeknownst to her, Barry was simply taking a small break whilst filming her as cum dribbled out of her while she continued to shake that ass. Judging the time to be right, Barry made his, shall we say, re-entry.

Millie was simply staring blankly ahead as she waited for the cock she craved, and her phone was placed in front of her in selfie mode, giving her a view of herself. Hair disheveled, face furiously red, dazed expression and eyes slightly unfocused as the big man came up behind her and—

“oooOOOOoooOHHH FUCK YESSS!” Millie screamed into the phone, burying her face down into the sheets again as Barry entered her from behind, nailing her in a pronebone position. The angle allowed Barry to reach deep inside her, and he rested his weight on her such that there was no chance of escape, if she even did have the desire to.

All she could do was move her arms, legs and heads, as Barry wouldn’t budge even an inch if she tried to resist and push him off her. She was trapped, unable to break free until Barry was done having his way with her.

And she loved it. The wide grin she saw on her face reflected in the phone’s camera was overwhelming proof of the fact.

“Fuck! Fuck! FuUUUuucck!” Millie moaned every time Barry thrust into her, reaching her deepest spots and filling her up in a way that she and her body would never forget. She looked at her lust-filled visage in the camera, only breaking her gaze as her eyes periodically rolled up in pleasure.

Occasionally, Barry would slow down the pace and instead put more **** into his humping. Slowly, slowly, retracting his cock until it was about to leave Millie‘s pussy, before slamming it back down again to fill that empty space in Millie. This sent Millie into incoherent babbling, unable to deal with this slow, sensual ****.

Millie felt her orgasm rising, and it showed in her voice, becoming higher-pitched and the moans getting more frequent and heavy. She shoved her face into the sheets in an attempt to stifle her impending screams. However, Barry was not gonna let her have her way.

He pulled Millie‘s hair back, forcing her to look straight into the camera. Leaning down to speak directly in her ear, he said, in a stage whisper, “Tell me what you want, slut.”

“I… I… want to cum. I want your cum inside me, Barrower!” Millie looked at herself as she said it. The beautiful, proud girl she was before today — was that horny little cocksleeve reflected in the phone the same person?

“Yeah?” Barry breathed. “Then not another sound after this. Otherwise, I won’t move.”

Millie pressed her full lips together. Barry started moving again, using the full length of his penis to his advantage, in and out, in and out, at what seemed like an excruciatingly slow pace…

It took Millie all her effort not to moan or squeal as he tormented her. Things were made worse as he would suddenly slam into her with full **** rather than keep up the slow pace.

Eventually, on the verge of orgasm, she couldn’t handle it anymore, and let out a throaty “MMMM!” Her whole body trembled in anticipation of sweet, sweet release.

Yet, her actions had consequences. True to his word, Barry stopped moving, leading Millie to writhe and squirm under him in absolute frustration, her legs ineffectually kicking the air, grabbing at the sheets as if that’d help her situation. For his part, Barry was enjoying the view, seeing Millie in the throes of painful pleasure as he could see her back and face at the same time with the help of the phone camera.

Those pitiful eyes full of pleading as Millie begged without any words, “Make me cum…” The Barrower finally relented, and gave her the final few thrusts that both needed for them to cum.

“…n… mm… ngh… AHHHOHOHHOHAHAH YESSSSSSS!” Millie cried as she finally got that sweet sweet relief, feeling Barry cum inside her at the same time, flooding her pussy. The camera caught her every expression as she came, and the moment was set to be a crowd pleaser when the Barrower inevitably uploaded a video of his latest conquest, Millie Satra.