Teeter on the edge

“Fuck you, John, I don’t care what you have to say, you’re a little perverted tease, and you know it!” I’m not sure why I don’t just leave right then, storm off to my room and slam the door in his dumb little sexy face.

John cackles, “Just for that, you’re not gonna cum until I say so!”

“What the fuck you pervert?! If I wanted to cum, there’s nothing your short little ass could do to stop me!” I turn slightly, but hesitate before walking away. Damn, I really should end this escalating fight.

“What do you mean if? You do want to cum, it’s obvious! You’re getting wetter and wetter, and you’re dying to squirt to relieve the pressure!”

I scowl, “You are dead wrong, assh-huah ah-ahaaohh!!” The rush of estrogen lancing through me hits like a truck. I double over, wanting to stuff both fists in my cunt and punch out an orgasm as soon as possible, but my hands still won’t move. Face flushed and already dripping with sweat, I forget to close my mouth. A strand of saliva dangles from my lips, and my tank top is suddenly drenched in sweat.

I’m not sure when I fell to my knees, but I look up at John in silent desperation, begging him to fuck me silly. Goddamn, he’s so hot, why won’t he just stick me in the cunt and finish me? I can’t hide my arousal any more, I’m completely exposed to him{if !Naked} even though I’m fully clothed{endIf}. He could have me right here, and I would even fuss about birth control. Fuck my legs are wet, I must be fountaining lube down below, it feels like I’m pissing down my thighs.

“F-f-fuck me, John… I-I-I need you inside me!” I’m begging like a horny bitch now, which is exactly what I am. My thoughts are clouded, my mind filled by the nearness of my coming orgasm. There’s no pain, but it’s gut-wrenching how close I am to climax, and yet I can’t seem to finish it!