Can you control the pace?
Not for long
You are resting your hands on your thighs to balance yourself as you skewer yourself slowly on his massive cock. Apparently the slow pace wasn’t what the big dicked sissy wanted though, as a sudden thrust caught you by surprise. You moans out a girlish whimper, and before you could do anything he had grabbed both your wrists and pinned them to your hips, using them as leverage to build a thrusting pace from below.
Being suddenly filled to such an extreme turned off the thought portion of your brain, only leaving the animalistic reaction areas on. You whimpered and moaned, not even able to jerk your tinier cock while he railed you.
He kept going, thrusting you nearly off his cock and pulling you back down onto it, again and again and again. Soon you felt a building sensation, a need to cum like you’ve never felt before. It didn’t help whenever you looked down you saw the sissy’s sinister snerk, even as he encouraged you onward. “Ohhh you like that sir? Why do you keep moaning like a slut sir? Are you just a butt slut for sissy cock? Mmmm why don’t you cum on my real cock, no need to touch your little clit, right sir?”
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