Obey your Mistress.

A groan tears from your throat, raw and needy, as she slams into you again. And again. And again. The bed creaks under you, the headboard knocking against the wall as she takes you apart. Her fingers squeeze around your shaft, her strokes matching the rhythm of her thrusts. She leans forward, sliding her free hand up your chest, her nails digging into your skin as her lips press against yours. You moan as she kisses you, your cock throbbing in her grip, her breath hot against your lips.

“You like being my little slut, don’t you?” she whispers.

You don’t answer. You can’t. The way she’s fucking you, the way she’s owning you, it’s all you can do to keep from coming apart at the seams. She sits up, gripping your thighs as she changes the angle, and the strap-on hits a spot inside you that causes your vision to blur. You whimper, your body trembling. She's everywhere... inside you, around you... the thrusts growing harder and deeper. The pressure inside you builds as her pace picks up, your cock twitching, desperate for release.

"Cum for me," she growls.