Your pleasure, sir.

“Good girl,” she shuddered and clenched under me as she made her choice and was praised for it.

Before she could say anything else, I was pounding away, hands running over her beautiful body, groping those tits, grabbing those hips to better anchor myself in place. Her hands rose to the couch, holding herself, pushing herself back into me as she was carried along in the gale of my fucking, of my use of her pussy--of my sextoy.

In moments, she was begging for permission to cum, until the words dissolved into a chorus of moans and screams and her hands began to claw at the couch, at me, at the world as her universe dissolved into pleasure. Her eyes were clenched shut so tightly that I was sure she saw white

I kept my own eyes opened as I enjoyed the sight of a woman damn near having a seizure on my cock as I pinned her to the bed. The only part of her that wasn’t shaking was her groin and that was because I had it entirely pinned as I fucked her into the couch, into an unwilling orgasm and damn near into oblivion.

It was clearly one of, if not the, strongest orgasms she’d ever had and as I emptied myself inside her, claiming the second of her three holes and her pleasure for myself, I luxuriated in the knowledge that I had done that myself. Not the app. Just me.

Okay, maybe a little bit the app, but as I pulled out, I felt something more cumming and I was shocked when she began to squirt all over my stomach, all over the couch and floor and herself.

Moving quickly, I tried to extend her orgasm, but I genuinely don’t know if I succeeded. I only pulled away when her automatic reactions began to be to pull away from me, rather than hump my hand.

I stared at her in some concern as she lay there, eyes closed, in a puddle of her own pleasure. Finally, her eyes opened and she tried to stand up. I caught her as her legs gave way. She kissed me gently. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.”

She shuddered against me as I held her up, she was wholly reliant on me, and trusted me to support her. That was…delightful and despite the **** it had suffered, my cock tried to rise again, All it managed was to rub against her silky thigh, sticking due to our combined fluids.

When she could finally stand on her own, she didn’t. Instead she knelt and began to obediently clean my cock with her mouth. When that was done, she dried it with her hair. She looked up at me with adoring and…ashamed? eyes. “I’m sorry sir. I came without permission. I will accept whatever punishment you give me.”

I looked down at her and laughed.

She looked confused, a little offended.

“Lie back down,” I pointed at another piece of furniture, some sort of stupid too-big footstool.

She did, instantly.

“Spread your legs.”

Despite her soreness, she obeyed.

“Spread your lips.”

She was confused and opened her mouth. I dropped my gaze and she caught my meaning, opening herself fully, exposed, helpless, waiting for whatever punishment I chose to give her.