Two fingers turned to three as I gave her pussy a real challenge. My thumb, outside her body, steadily circled her exposed and erect clit using her leaked wetness as lube. I could feel her cunt getting even tighter around my fingers, and fucking her was getting harder and harder. Still, I wasn't going to give up so easily.

Raising my hips in the usual way I can easily slip just the end of his still hard cock inside my incredibly wet cunt. Sucking him and making him cum hard down my throat always turns me on so much that my inner thighs are a sticky mess of arousal. I lean down to kiss him, my mouth still awash with the taste of his cum - but he loves the taste. It makes him kiss me all the more passionately, his tongue sweeping around my mouth, exploring, relishing every last remnant of his cum...

He looked up at me from where he knelt on the kitchen floor, a solitary tear running down his defeated face. That just made my cunt even wetter in beautifully cruel empathy. Finally, he’d completed the distasteful task. His expert tongue protruded, but not out of rudeness or as a plea for pussy. On the tip was a small, very shiny key.

It’s so fucking hot to know you’re so teased, so turned on… and so completely unable to do anything about it. Forced to watch, by me, by us, by the posture collar, as you suffer on all fours. You constantly feel your aching need seep and drip between the metal bars to the floorboards beneath.