You don't answer

You don't answer, but on the word CUM your body twitches making you thrust into her, as a response.

"That's it”. "Do you like that?"

It is a subtle sign, but she recognizes it. Despite her bold words, she is slowly toppling you. Your hand squeezing her locked fingers is your **** attempt to get her to slow down.

"Fuck that pussy! Fuck that pussy harder!"

She continues to pour it on, intensifying the pounding, watching your tough cunt-killer facade crack, watching you lose control. Your body is telling her that she is too much for you.

"Are you going to fuckin explode for me?"

Your conscious mind is just starting to feel that fact. Your body breaks out in a cold sweat as you feel yourself getting closer and closer with each thrust. Your thrusts become weaker, your stamina is rapidly depleating, all efforts are now put into holding back. She is in control, her eyes, her fingers locked into yours. So full of confidence, you are her plaything from this point forward.

"Look me in the eyes as you cum. I want you to cum for me. I want to see that you're CUMMING while looking and thinking of me."

You have tried long to ignore what the compactness of her impervious pussy is doing to your cock. Your mind flickers in and out of coherent, rational thought...making it difficult to describe the feeling. The only way you can describe it is as if your mind and cock are caught in the age old trap of the enclosing corridor. Your upright member compressed and stimulated by the walls of her vagina.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asks, already knowing the answer.

“No, cum you bitch,” you manage to say...just a little longer....hold on....

She flexes her muscles around your shaft, coaxing you ever closer to the edge.

“Are you sure? You’re getting awfully close to cumming.” She grins and tightens the walls of her pussy around you to emphasize her point.

Finally, you hear her moan out, “Cum for me.” You are finished and unload your cum inside her battlehardened pussy. In the moment, it is all worth it.