Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and. “I’m getting ready to cum and mark this pretty pussy,” he growls. “You want that don’t you?”You give a weak nod and he tightens his grip on your neck.“What was that?”You mumble out a yes the best you can through the gag and nod with more enthusiasm.“Good girl,” he says as his other hand reaches down and starts vigorously rubbing your clit. “Cum on my cock. I want to feel your slutty pussy cum all over my cock when I cum in you.”He begins pounding you again and you feel your own orgasm rapidly. He frowned and balled his hand into a fist, driving it into my stomach. My eyes opened wide and I screamed into the ball gag before gasping for breath through my nose.?If you don’t open your legs for me, things will get much worse for you, whore. Do you understand me??I gave a quick nod and he motioned for me to open my legs. I opened them for him, earning a hard slap to my inner thigh for moving too slow. He pushed two fingers into me, smiling at my whimper. He thrust them in and out.Read More
