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No matter how naked Brandy gets, Emily still seems shy.
I moved over top of her, straddling her body, and took a moment to lift each foot to slip my socks off, while staring down at her. Then, I rose up onto my knees next to her with my erection bobbing.
I grabbed her breast, and squeezed hard, making her whimper. "Want me to fuck you hard and make these tits bounce?"
She answered, "Yes. Take me."
I let go of her tit and reached between her legs.
"You want me to fuck this whore cunt?" I asked while running a finger over the crotch of her panties. They certainly were as damp as they looked.
"Yes. It's all I'm good for. Make me your cum dumpster."
I shoved my fingers under the crotch of her panties to find they were not only damp, but also slippery. Then, I yanked the cloth away from her pussy. "Is that cunt wet?"
Her back arched — lifting those big, beautiful breasts toward the ceiling — when I shoved two fingers inside of her. She was literally dripping, and I felt a drop slowly creeping down to pool on my knuckle. I curled my fingers to her g-spot, and squeezed, pressing the heel of my hand tight against her clit.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want you to fuck my cunt," she answered breathlessly.
Her intimate muscles squeezed my fingers. I wanted to lick her pussy until she screamed herself hoarse, but that wasn't part of the game she was playing. My role was to take what I wanted. Knowing how turned on she was, I couldn't wait any longer. The sound my fingers made as they slipped out of her tight embrace provided another testament to just how wet and ready she was.
I slipped out of the bed, hooked my fingers under her thong and ripped it down. She winced as the tightly stretched panties scraped down her legs, and finally ended up on the floor. Her ankles then provided handles to drag her closer to the edge of the mattress.
"Turn over," I demanded while digging my fingers into the back of her knee and forcing it over the other.
Once she rolled over, I dragged her over the edge, planting her feet on the floor. I knew what she was expecting when I put her in that position, so I gave her ass a smack.
"What are you?" I asked.
She looked back over her shoulder and said, "If that's all you've got, I'll have to leave you so you don't have enough gas to even get to work next time."
I spanked her a little harder.
"Come on. How was your sandwich at lunch today? Don't be a pussy."
I clenched my teeth and brought my hand down on her ass with a resounding smack. She yelped, and then cried out, "Yes! I'm a whore!"
I whacked her ass again, hard enough to sting my palm. "What are you?"
"I'm your whore!"
Again and again, I spanked her ass, turning it into a collage of bright red hand prints.
"Use your whore!"
"Use my fuckhole!"
"Use my whore cunt!"
I leaned forward, grabbed her right arm, and yanked it out from under her. Then I shoved her face down into the mattress. Shoving my cock inside her set my whole body to tingling. The moment I was balls deep inside of her, I got a better grip on her arm, pulled her up, and dug my fingers into her opposite shoulder.
She wanted to be fucked hard, so that's exactly what I gave her.
Our flesh collided with loud claps, punctuated by her yelps. I could see her eyes widening in her vanity mirror. Her tits violently careened forward and back. Ripples in her reddened ass visibly demonstrated the shockwaves shooting through her body.
"Is this..." I jammed my cock back into her. "What you want?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screeched in time with my merciless thrusts.
She was so wet that her juices were squirting out around my cock. The sky blue sheets showed every drop as a dark spot — an ever-expanding abstract painting of carnal lust.
My mental barriers collapsed with every passing second.