Princess or slut?

“Ha… don’t be gentle huh… i was gonna fuck you like a princess but i’ll make you my little slut if you want” Chad grunts before pulling out, flipping her on all fours and slapping his dick on her ass cheeks.

She feels him pull out, the sudden emptiness making her gasp. Before she can protest, he's flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up, forcing her onto her hands and knees. The cool air hits her wet skin as he slaps his cock against her ass cheeks—once, twice, the sound sharp in the quiet morning.

A shiver runs through her, her fingers gripping the sheets as she looks back at him over her shoulder, a wild smile on her ruined face.

"Princess was never really my style anyway."

She pushes back against him, her ass brushing against his cock, a silent demand. Her voice drops, low and rough.

"Make me your little slut, Chad. I've been good for too long."

She presses her cheek to the pillow, arching her back, presenting herself to him fully—vulnerable and waiting and wanting.