Of course not!

Your begging only serves to reinforce Kelsey's goddess complex, playing like music to her ears as she is fully absorbed in her ego fueled public destruction of your mind and body.

One of her lace covered arms grabs a handful of your hair and holds your face in place as she grinds herself against it in short powerful strokes.

"MMmm... I do like begging. But you better address me proper if you want me to listen."

Her sentence ends with her legs crushing down on you again, clenched tight for several long seconds, long enough for your brain to struggle for lack of oxygen, and your mouth buried deep in her mound as she uses your face to pleasure herself.

After what feels like an eternity, her legs relax and she pulls your head back by your hair. Staring down at you like you are absolutely nothing, something dangerous flashes in her eyes that tells you she can and will squish you like a bug without losing a single ounce of sleep.

Kelsey speaks one word in a voice as commanding as it is sensual.

"Beg."