John keeps me down

A shape moves at the edge of my vision. It’s a person, more specifically, it’s {if PositiveTitle}Stud{else}John{endif}! He can’t see me like this, exhausted and naked on the floor like some discarded Barbie! I shift, struggling to sit up. Shit, he’s spotted me. Fuck this is embarrassing, I don’t want him to see me like this!

{if PositiveTitle}Stud{else}John{endif} steps over to me, and through my bleary eyes I can tell he’s smiling wickedly. He’ll probably snap some photos of my bare breasts or puss and share them around to all his little perverted friends, or worse! Abruptly he stoops, leaving my field of view. I crane my neck to see what he’s doing down there, but my question is suddenly answered by him stuffing his fingers brutally into my sore cunt!

My back arches and my head falls back into the sticky puddle, my limbs twitching as he shoots needles of stimulation through my whole body. He’s found my pleasure center, and he’s not shy about pressing all the buttons! I buck and tremble under his touch, completely helpless against the ****. “Thought you were getting a break? Hah! Fuck no!”

He abuses my sensitive loins so effectively that it only takes half a minute to **** a squirting orgasm out of me. I don’t have the energy to squeal as I’m drained onto the floor, but my body can somehow still squeeze a fat drop of she-cum from my pussy. Panting and wheezing, I loosen up and lay back in the soup of my sex, feeling like I’ve just run a marathon. {if PositiveTitle}Stud{else}John{endif} stands up, seemingly satisfied that I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, and flicks my girl-jizz from his fingers onto my heaving chest.