Degrade her even more

You look down at her swollen lips and the tears still on her cheeks and decide the cleaning is not enough.

“Stay on your back,” you tell her. “Open your mouth. You’re going to take the rest of what you’ve earned.”

Natasha’s eyes widen. She starts to shake her head, soft body still trembling from the orgasm she was just allowed, but you tighten the grip in her brunette hair and keep her in place. The thick cock, now clean of the earlier mess, hangs heavy above her face.

You let go.

The stream hits her tongue first, then her lips, then spills across her cheeks and chin as you empty your bladder over the same mouth that spent six months saying no. Natasha flinches and tries to turn away. You hold her steady by the hair and keep going until the last of it has run down her soft neck and between her full breasts, soaking the sheet beneath her.

When it stops you release her head. She stays on her back, face wet, eyes lowered, soft curvy body marked and unmoving in the quiet bedroom while the final degradation settles over both of you.

She starts crying in earnest. Sobbing underneath you. Your softening cock twitches.