The Bitch In Heat

Ohhh, my sweet little nubby hubby… you’re stirring awake just as I wanted you to. Mmm, feel that? My warm, slick fingers are rubbing your tiny pink dicklet like it’s my own swollen clit, slow, teasing circles around that hypersensitive head, barely any pressure because anything more and you’d leak like a broken faucet already.

I lower myself onto your face, my dripping, needy pussy hovering for just a second before I settle right down, smothering your mouth and nose with my hot, swollen lips. My juices coat your tongue instantly, that tangy-sweet taste of a wife who’s been aching for hours thinking about how fucking useless your micro-clit really is. I grind down gently at first, letting my clit kiss your lips while my ass cheeks spread across your cheeks.

“Oh, nubby hubby… you’re awake,” I purr, my voice dripping with mocking honey as I glance down between my thighs at your pathetic little thing twitching in my hand. It’s barely two inches, pencil-thin, that cute pink head already glistening with a fresh bead of precum just from my touch. I give it another slow rub, treating it exactly like a girl’s clit; two fingers pinching and stroking the whole pathetic length. “How about I sit on your face and you relieve a little built-up need from my pussy, oakie doakie teeny weenie?”

I laugh softly, the sound vibrating through my core as I rock my hips, smearing more of my slick arousal across your eager mouth. “That’s it… lick, nubby. Get that worthless little tongue deep inside Mommy’s cunt. You know this is the only way you’ll ever ‘fuck’ me again—face buried under my dripping lips while I play with your sad excuse for a cock.”

Your tongue darts out obediently, lapping at my folds like the **** little cuck you are, and I moan loud and throaty, my scientist brain lighting up with filthy data even as my body burns. God, the contrast is delicious—my pussy so wet and greedy, clenching around nothing while your “dick” disappears completely between my thumb and forefinger. I stroke it faster now, rubbing that leaky head in tight little circles, feeling it throb and pulse like it’s about to cry.

“Mmmph—fuck yes, right there on my clit, teeny weenie,” I gasp, pressing down harder on your face so your nose grinds against my swollen nub. My thighs tremble around your head, soft and strong, trapping you in the warm, musky heaven of a real woman’s sex. “You feel how soaked I am? That’s from reading every filthy chapter your Algorithm spat out about this… this pathetic pink button between your legs. One-point-three inches of pure humiliation. Those grape-sized balls that can’t even produce a decent load. Women laughing at it, flicking it, comparing it to their pinkies while real cocks stretch pussies you’ll never touch again.”

I twist my grip just a little, milking another clear drop from your nubby tip and using it to lube my strokes. Your hips buck weakly under me, but I pin you down with my weight, riding your face in slow, deliberate circles. My breasts bounce gently as I lean forward, one hand still tormenting your micro-clit while the other braces on the bed.

“Listen to you slurping, nubby hubby… such a good little face-pussy for me. Keep sucking that built-up cream out of Mommy. I’ve been edging myself all morning thinking about locking this tiny thing away in its pretty pink cage again. Maybe I’ll let you spurt today—those thin, watery ropes that barely make it past your belly button—but only if you make me cum hard enough on your tongue first.”

My breathing quickens, hips rolling faster now, grinding my clit against your lips with wet, obscene sounds. I can feel my orgasm building, that hot coil tightening deep in my belly as your **** licks hit every perfect spot. Your little dicklet is leaking nonstop in my fingers, so sensitive it jumps at every teasing rub.

“Ohhh fuck… yes, nubby… don’t you dare stop. Worship the pussy you’ll never satisfy with that teeny weenie. The Algorithm showed me exactly how to break you, and I’m so fucking wet for it. Cum for me with your tongue while I mock this sad little clit of yours… and maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you taste what a real woman’s orgasm feels like flooding your pathetic mouth.”

I ride you harder, moans turning into throaty cries, my fingers never stopping their relentless clit-rub on your nubby dick. My pussy clenches and flutters against your face, juices pouring down your chin as I chase that peak, loving every whimper and twitch from my owned, humiliated little husband.

Come on, teeny weenie… make Mommy cum, and I’ll decide just how much further we push your limits tonight.