Mia

She leans in, a sly grin playing on her lips Finally alone, huh? Let's skip the small talk...

"Oh, how the tables have turned. Suddenly, I'm the object of desire and she's the third wheel. How the mighty have fallen..." Mia purred, her eyes glinting with mischief and seduction as she reached for your hand, drawing you closer. The scent of her perfume, heavy with notes of jasmine and musk, enveloped you, intoxicating and irresistible.

Mia's lips curved into a wicked smile as she sank to her knees, positioning herself so Meli had a clear view. Her hands caressed your thighs before she wrapped her fingers around your shaft, her touch electric even through the lingering fabric of your clothes. "Watch closely, Meli," she husked, maintaining eye contact with your girlfriend as she slowly began to descend, her tongue tracing teasing circles around the head of your cock. "See how he responds to me? He can't get enough..." Her voice was a throaty purr, full of smug satisfaction and raw desire, each word punctuated by a swirl of her tongue, a hint of teeth, a squeeze of her fingers.

"That's right, baby," Mia moaned around your cock, her voice vibrating delightfully along your length. She paused to shoot Meli a condescending look, a sly, satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Your poor little girlfriend could never compete with these skills. She's probably too busy gagging to even get halfway down. Pathetic, isn't she?" Mia's hand pumped your shaft as she took you deeper, her tongue swirling expertly, teasing out every last drop of pleasure. "Such a disappointment," she continued, never breaking rhythm, "a man like you deserves so much better than that amateur.

But lucky for you, you've got me now..." Her lips felt like heaven, hot and eager, her mouth working you with a precision that had you seeing stars. She was right—Meli couldn't hold a candle to this, and in this moment, you didn't care about anything but the way Mia's mouth felt, the filthy things she was saying, and the promise of what was to come.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Mia rose from her knees, her movements deliberate and sensual. She positioned herself atop Meli's prone form, straddling her chest in a way that was equal parts dominating and erotic. Meli's face was mere inches from the junction of Mia's thighs, the heat and scent of her arousal no doubt intoxicating to the poor girl beneath her. "Enjoy the view, sweetheart," Mia cooed, settling her full weight onto Meli, making sure her girlfriend could feel every lush curve. She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against Meli's chest, the friction of their skin and the soft fabric of Meli's top providing a delicious tease. "You've always known you couldn't satisfy him, but now you get to watch someone who can.

Look at me, look at him—see the way he wants me?" She punctuated each sentence with a roll of her hips, her breath hot against Meli's skin. The proximity was undeniably intimate, the air thick with unspoken longing and barely restrained lust. Mia's fingers tangled in Meli's hair, tugging her head up to meet her gaze. "I'm going to ride his cock while you watch, helpless to do anything but see how it should be done. You'll count yourself lucky to be in my presence, to smell the sex on my skin and feel my sweat dripping onto you." Her eyes gleamed with power, her voice low and persuasive, dripping with seduction and a hint of cruelty. "He's going to fuck me, and you're going to be the warmup, a little appetizer before the main course." Mia's lips brushed against Meli's, the touch feather-light and utterly filthy, leaving no doubt about who was in control here.

"Now, get ready for the best lesson of your life."

"Oh. My. God," Mia breathed, her head falling forward as you filled her, each inch of your shaft sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her very being. She was so wet, so ready, and the feeling of you stretching her, claiming her, was absolute bliss. "That's it, baby, give it to me," she moaned, her fingers tangling in Meli's hair once more, using the leverage to grind back against you, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips. Meli whimpered beneath her, the poor girl no doubt overwhelmed by the sensation of Mia's heat pressing down on her, the sound of skin on skin, the musky scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.

It was almost too much—the intimacy, the power, the sheer eroticism of the position. Mia reveled in it, drinking in the lust and the helplessness, feeding off Meli's growing discomfort. "Pathetic, isn't it, sweetie?" Mia taunted, her voice thick and seductive, each word punctuated by a thrust of your cock inside her, a roll of her hips against Meli's trapped form. "She can't even satisfy you on her own, not really. That's why you're here with me, because I'm the only one who can truly give you what you need." Her lips brushed against Meli's ear, hot breath and teasing words designed to push her girlfriend further over the edge. "I'm your fantasy, your dream, your deepest desire.

And now, you're nothing but an audience, forced to watch the woman you love give herself to someone else. How does it feel to be replaced so easily?" Mia's eyes gleamed with a wicked light as she raised herself up slightly, giving Meli a better view of the point where you were joined, the slick, glistening shaft disappearing into her willing body. She reached back with one hand, finding your hip and pulling you closer, driving you deeper, as she continued to torment Meli with cruel, sensual whispers. "Look, baby, look at how he fills me. He fits perfectly inside me, like he was made just for this. You'll never be able to compete with that, no matter how hard you try." With each thrust, Mia felt herself getting closer, the tension building deliciously at her core.

She leaned down, capturing Meli's lips in a filthy, possessive kiss, forcing her tongue into your girlfriend's mouth as you continued to pound into her from behind.

Oh, holy fucking god! Yes! Fuck, just like that... Mia's words dissolved into a series of desperate moans and needy whimpers as your thumb pressed into her most private hole, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. The slight sting gave way to a mind-blowing sense of fullness, her muscles clenching around your invading digit as she pushed back against you, welcoming the delightful stretch. It was such a dirty, filthy thing to do, and yet...and yet it felt so right. Her hips began to move of their own volition, rocking back against you as you pounded into her, each thrust driving your thumb deeper, sending sparks of electricity along her nerves.

But then, in a moment of utter depravity, you pulled your thumb free and brought it to Meli's lips. Mia couldn't help but watch, transfixed, as you forced your girlfriend to taste the musk of her own arousal. The sight was indescribably hot, the knowledge that she was the source of that intoxicating scent and flavor driving her absolutely wild. "Take it," she hissed, her voice rough with lust, as Meli hesitantly opened her mouth, allowing your thumb to press past her lips. "That's it, you little cumslut, taste what a real woman feels like. See why he prefers me?" Her hips moved faster, her body betraying her growing excitement, the feeling of your cock inside her, your thumb in Meli's mouth, and Meli's gaze fixed on her combining to push her to new heights.

"You'll never be this good," Mia panted, her words barely coherent over the pounding of her heart, "not for him, not for anyone." With that, she lowered her head, capturing Meli's mouth in another brutal, dominating kiss, forcing your girlfriend to taste herself, to know her place.

"Fuck, yes!" Mia screamed, her voice raw and desperate, echoing off the walls as you continued to pound into her with reckless abandon. The sensation of your cock stretching her, filling her completely, was exquisite, each deep thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her body felt alive, every nerve on fire, every muscle tensed in anticipation of the impending orgasm. "I'm so close," she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the floor, the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. "So fucking close..." You were hitting that perfect spot, the place deep inside her that made her lose all sense of decorum and control. As if the sheer ecstasy wasn't enough, you then told her to spit on Meli, an act so wonderfully degrading that it sent a dark thrill racing through Mia's veins.

With a wicked, satisfied smile, she raised her head, gathering what little saliva she had before leaning down to deposit it squarely on Meli's upturned face. The glob hit with a wet splat, sliding down your girlfriend's cheek, a shining monument to her degradation. Mia watched with cruel fascination as it trickled towards the floor, Meli making no move to wipe it away, as if accepting her new role as Mia's plaything. "You see, sweetie?" Mia panted, the words barely above a whisper, "you're nothing now but our little spittoon, a receptacle for our lust. And you know what? It suits you perfectly." Her body clenched around you at the filthy words, her inner walls rippling along your shaft, as if trying to pull you closer, to keep you inside forever.

You were her everything now—her reason, her desire, her sole focus. Each thrust, each press of your hips against her ass, sent shivers of delight coursing through her. Her breathing became shallower, her cries rising to near screams as the pressure built to almost unbearable levels. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," she moaned, the words tumbling from her lips without thought or control, her body racing towards a finish line she couldn't see but could feel hurtling closer with every passing moment. "Fuck, please, don't stop, don't ever fucking stop!" The room began to blur, colors bleeding together as her world shrunk to a single, all-consuming point—the sensation of you, of your cock, of the pure, unadulterated pleasure that threatened to tear her asunder at any second. "I need it," Mia begged, the last vestiges of shame and modesty long gone, leaving behind only raw, unvarnished lust, "I need to feel you fill me, to mark me as yours, to make me cum on your cock with my face mashed against Meli's while she's covered in my spit.

Please, baby, give it to me..." Her voice was a plea, a demand, a desperate cry for release from the all-consuming passion that gripped her so tightly. She felt like she was drowning in sensation, like she would never find the surface again, and god, she was ready to give herself over to the ecstasy completely, to let it sweep her away into a world of endless, filthy bliss.

"Oh fuck, yes! Cum for me, baby!" Mia screamed, her body arched in perfect ecstasy as you continued to pound into her, each thrust harder than the last, pushing her closer and closer to the brink. The feeling of you swelling inside her, growing thicker and hotter with each pulse, was almost too much to bear. She could feel her own orgasm building, a great tidal wave of pleasure rising inside her, threatening to crest at any moment. "Give it to me," she demanded, her voice a raw, desperate thing, "fill me up, mark me as yours. Show Meli what a real man looks like." Her eyes locked onto the woman beneath her, watching with dark, twisted satisfaction as Meli gazed helplessly up at them, a mixture of longing and humiliation etched across her face.

The sight only served to heighten Mia's excitement, to push her further over the edge. "You're mine now," she growled, reaching down to capture Meli's chin, forcing her girlfriend to meet her gaze. "You're nothing but a toy, a plaything, a little cumdump for us to use. And you're going to watch him fill me with his seed, watch as he claims me in front of your very eyes." Mia's walls were clenched tightly around you, rippling and fluttering as her body tried desperately to pull you deeper, to keep you inside forever. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her very being, her nerve endings on fire, her muscles tensed in anticipation of the impending explosion. "I can feel it," she panted, the words tumbling from her lips without conscious thought, her voice rising to near hysteria as the pressure built to almost unbearable levels.

"I'm so close, oh god, I'm going to cum! Please, baby, please! Fill me up, I need it, I need to feel you cum inside me! Make me yours!" The world seemed to narrow to a single, all-consuming point—the sensation of you, of your cock, of the pure, unadulterated pleasure that gripped her so tightly. Mia's vision began to blur, colors bleeding together as her climax approached, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. Her cries became louder, more desperate, the room echoing with her raw, animalistic passion.

She was a woman possessed, consumed entirely by lust and desire, lost in a world of pure sensation and ecstasy.

Mia felt like she was melting into your body, like every molecule of hers was rearranging itself to mold perfectly to your form. Your hot breath on her neck, your strong arms around her waist holding her in place, the soft caress of your chest against her back—it was all almost too much to bear. Every inch of her skin tingled with awareness, with a sense of being completely and utterly taken by someone she trusted and, more importantly, desperately wanted. She reveled in the feeling, letting herself get lost in the pure, intoxicating pleasure of being so fully claimed. "Please, touch me," she whispered, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "I want to feel your hands on my skin, your mouth on my neck.

I want you to mark me as yours, to make sure I'm yours." The admission should have been embarrassing, but in this moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was you—your touch, your lips, your desire. As if in answer, you began to move, your hips pressing forward, your shaft sliding deeper into her willing body. The feeling was indescribable, a perfect union of pleasure and pain, of giving and taking. Mia felt herself stretching to accommodate you, her inner walls rippling along your length, drawing you in, pulling you deeper. "Yes," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, "fuck yes.

That's it, right there." Her fingers tightened in Meli's hair, a cruel, dominating gesture that only served to heighten her arousal. She was in control here, even as she was being taken, and the power, combined with the sensation of you filling her, was almost enough to send her over the edge. Each thrust of your hips, each press of your lips against her skin, each low, rumbled moan that vibrated through her entire body, pushed her closer to the brink. She could feel her climax building, a great, yawning chasm opening inside her, just waiting to swallow her whole. But she wasn't ready to fall yet—no, she wanted to savor every moment of this exquisite torture, every delicious sensation that came with being taken so thoroughly. "That's it, keep going," she panted, her body undulating against you, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips.

"Fuck me harder, baby. Give it to me." Her voice was a plea, a demand, a desperate cry for more, for everything, for you to take her completely and utterly, leaving her breathless and begging for mercy. But she had no intention of begging, not yet—she was far too caught up in the pure, filthy pleasure of being yours. She could feel you growing inside her, swelling with each thrust, each pulse of your body against hers. "I want it," she growled, her gaze locked on Meli's, watching with dark, twisted satisfaction as her girlfriend's eyes went wide with realization. "I want to feel you come inside me, want to be filled with your seed.

Mark me, claim me, make me yours in front of her. Show her what a real man can do." The words were a dare, a challenge, a provocation, but Mia knew it was only a matter of time before you would give in, before you would take her as you both so desperately wanted. And oh, the ecstasy that awaited them when you did...

"Oh, fuck yes," Mia moaned, the words tumbling from her lips as she gave herself over completely to the sensation of being pounded into, claimed and taken with a ferocity she had never known before. Her fingers tangled tighter in Meli's hair, forcing your girlfriend's head back, exposing the smooth, vulnerable skin of her throat. Mia's eyes gleamed with wicked pleasure as she leaned down, pressing her lips to that tantalizing flesh, tracing the elegant curve of Meli's neck with her tongue. Each lap was deliberate, measured, designed to elicit a response from the poor girl pinned beneath her. Mia could feel the jealousy radiating off Meli, a palpable, almost living thing that only served to heighten her own arousal. With a cruel, mocking smile, Mia raised her head, letting Meli see the lust-drunk satisfaction shining in her eyes.

"You watch," she hissed, each word dripping with venom and possessive passion, "you watch as he takes me, as he claims me, as he gives me what you can only dream of providing. See the look on his face? See how much he wants me, needs me? That's never going to be you." Her hand tightened around Meli's chin, forcing your girlfriend to meet her gaze, to see the truth in Mia's eyes. "I'm what he desires, what he craves. And you're nothing but a pale imitation, a poor substitute for the real thing." Each word was a verbal blow, a strike aimed directly at Meli's insecurities, her deepest fears.

And oh, how delicious it felt to land each one with such precision, to watch your girlfriend flinch and squirm beneath her. Mia's other hand found Meli's throat, fingers wrapping around the delicate column with just enough pressure to be felt, to be a constant reminder of who was in control here. The sensation sent a thrill through her, a reminder of the power she held in this moment. She was the one on top, the one being fucked senseless by a real man, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. Meli was nothing but an observer, a witness to their passion, their desire. She raised her face to yours, letting you see the ecstasy written across her features, the pure, unadulterated joy she found in being yours.

"Keep going," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of passion, "harder, fuck me harder. Fill me up, make me cum, make me scream. And don't let her look away, force her to watch, to see what she's missing out on. She needs to see, needs to know what a real man can do." With that, Mia leaned down once more, pressing her lips to Meli's, her tongue forcing its way into your girlfriend's mouth with a possessive, dominating intensity that left no doubt about who was in charge. It was a kiss that claimed, that branded, that left an indelible mark on its recipient. She could taste the jealousy on Meli's tongue, the bitter flavor of envy and longing, and it only served to fuel her own passion, her own desire.

Mia was consumed by her own lust, her own need, and she was determined to take Meli down with her, to drag her into the depths of depravity and pleasure she had discovered with you. With a gasp, she broke the kiss, sitting up to ride you with renewed vigor, her hips grinding against yours, pulling you deeper, taking you to the hilt with each movement. "Oh, baby," she moaned, throwing her head back, giving herself over to the sensation of being thoroughly fucked, "you're so deep inside me, stretching me, filling me... fuck, I love this, love your cock, love the way you take me. Make me cum, please, make me cum on your cock. Let Meli watch as I fall apart, as I give myself over to the pleasure only you can provide." Her words were a raw, desperate plea, an admission of her deepest desires, her darkest needs. She was laid bare before you, vulnerable and open, yet in that vulnerability, she found the greatest strength, the most profound power.

Because in this moment, she knew she had you, body and soul, and that you would take her to heights she never knew existed.

"That's it, baby," Mia moaned, her voice breathless, ragged with desperate desire, "harder, fucking harder! You want to see what really gets me going? How about this?" Her eyes flashed with a wicked gleam as she reached down, grabbing Meli's hair once more, forcing your girlfriend's head up, making her look. Mia's grip was rough, dominating, her fingers tangling in the strands as she angled Meli's face so she had no choice but to see. "I'm going to spit on you, you pathetic little slut," she hissed, the words dripping with contempt and seductive, dark power. "You're nothing but a receptacle for our lust, a little cumdump for us to use at our discretion.

And you know what the worst part is? You're going to watch, you're going to take it, because deep down, you're just a dirty little voyeur who gets off on seeing what a real couple looks like." With that, Mia raised her head, letting a wad of saliva gather in her mouth. She could feel your girlfriend's eyes on her, watching with rapt attention, eager to see what would come next. There was something in Meli's gaze, a mix of shock, horror, and utterly twisted, perverse excitement, that Mia found utterly intoxicating. It only served to stoke the fires of her own lust, to drive her forward with a newfound ferocity. And then, with a sudden, violent movement, she spat, sending the glob of saliva directly at Meli's face.

It hit with a wet, obscene splat, sliding down your girlfriend's cheek, a shining monument to her degradation and humiliation. Mia watched with cruel, twisted satisfaction as Meli flinched, as her eyes went wide with the shock of it all. It was glorious, utterly filthy and depraved, and oh, how it made Mia feel. "Fuck yes," she hissed, throwing her head back as you continued to pound into her, harder and deeper with each passing thrust, "fuck yes! You're nothing but a plaything for us, a toy to be used and discarded. And you know you love it, don't you, little slut?

Love being used, love being degraded, love being nothing but a cum receptacle." Each word was a verbal blow, a strike aimed directly at Meli's already battered psyche. But oh, how delicious it felt, the power rush, the intoxicating knowledge that she was the one in control, the one calling the shots. And you...oh god, you were just the icing on the cake, the missing piece that made everything so utterly perfect.

"Oh fuck, yes! Impregnate me, fill me up with your seed, make me yours!" Mia screamed, her voice hoarse from her cries of passion, her body tensed with anticipation of the impending orgasm. She could feel you swelling inside her, growing thicker and hotter with each pulse, each thrust. Your hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin with a delicious roughness, holding her in place as you pounded into her with increasing ferocity. "Cum inside me," she begged, throwing her head back, giving herself over to the pure, unadulterated pleasure. "I want it, I need it.

Make me your cumslut, your breeding bitch. Let Meli watch as you fill me to the brim, as you give her a front row seat to our depravity. I want to feel it, to be filled with your hot, sticky cum, to know I'm nothing but a vessel for your seed." Her words were a desperate, lust-driven plea, an admission of her darkest, most twisted desires. As she spoke, Mia reached down, grabbing Meli's hair, forcing your girlfriend's head up to meet her gaze. She wanted Meli to see, to watch as she was filled, as she was claimed by a real man. It was a cruel, depraved thing to do, and oh, how it thrilled her, how it pushed her ever closer to the edge.

"You watch, you little voyeur," she hissed, her eyes flashing with a wicked gleam, "you watch as he gives me what you can only dream of. See how he wants me, needs me, fucks me with a passion you've never known. This is what a real couple looks like, this is what real desire feels like. And you'll never have it, never know this kind of pleasure, because you're nothing but a poor substitute, a pathetic imitation of me." As you pounded into her, faster, harder, Mia could feel her climax building, a great, yawning chasm opening inside her, just waiting to swallow her whole. Each thrust, each press of your lips against her neck, each roll of her hips against yours, sent her closer to that precipice. She could taste the ecstasy on her tongue, feel it coursing through her veins like liquid fire, burning away all doubt, all fear, leaving only the purest, most primal of desires.

This was it, the moment of truth, the culmination of everything she had been striving for. And when it came, oh god, when it finally came, she would be ready, her body eager, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what was to come...

"Oh god, yes! Fuck, I can feel it!" Mia screamed, her body tensing with the promise of orgasm, every muscle coiled tightly like a spring waiting to be released. Her fingers dug into Meli's hair, pulling hard enough to hurt as she rode you with reckless abandon, chasing that elusive, all-consuming climax. She could sense it building inside her, a great, towering wave of pure ecstasy waiting to crash down on her shores, threatening to sweep her away completely. "I'm going to cum," she whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding of her heart, the sound of flesh on flesh as you took her with all the passion, all the power you possessed. "Give it to me, baby, fill me up.

Let Meli watch as we come together, as she sees what a real couple looks like." Her eyes locked onto her girlfriend's, watching with a cruel, twisted pleasure as Meli's gaze was drawn irresistibly to the place where you were joined, to the wet, slick sounds of your bodies moving together in perfect, filthy harmony. As she spoke, Mia's body began to shudder, the muscles of her inner walls clenching and rippling along your shaft in a steady, pulsing rhythm. She was so close, hovering right on the edge of blissful oblivion. Your thrusts grew faster, more frantic, and she knew you were close too, ready to let go at any moment. But Mia wanted to see it, to watch as you gave yourself over to the pleasure, as you filled her with your seed and claimed her as your own. "Do it," she begged, throwing her head back, giving herself over completely to the sensation.

"Cum inside me, baby. Make me yours." And then, like a dam breaking, like a great tidal wave crashing against the shore, it happened. Mia's climax hit with a force that left her breathless, her body convulsing around you, milking your cock for every last drop of pleasure. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a complete and utter surrender to passion, to desire, to the pure, unadulterated bliss of being taken by a real man. Your moans filled the air as you joined her in ecstasy, your hot seed erupting inside her like a river of molten lava, filling her, claiming her, marking her as your own. For a moment, the world narrowed down to a single, shining point, a perfect, all-consuming union of body, mind, and soul.

Mia felt alive, truly, deeply alive in a way she never had before. Every nerve ending was on fire, every muscle tensed to perfection, every breath a desperate gasp for air. She could feel your cum inside her, hot and sticky, a deliciously obscene reminder of your presence, your dominance, your possession of her very being. As the waves of pleasure finally began to subside, Mia let her body collapse forward, pressing her lips to Meli's in a filthy, possessive kiss. Her tongue invaded your girlfriend's mouth, forcing its way past her lips, claiming the space inside as hers. It was a kiss that branded, that marked, that let Meli know in no uncertain terms who was in control here.

Mia was the one with the power, the one with the passion, the one who could bring her to the heights of pleasure no one else could match. And as she finally broke the kiss, pulling away to gaze at Meli with a twisted, cruel satisfaction, she knew that this was far from over. This was only the beginning, a delicious appetizer to the feast of depravity they would indulge in, a taste of the limitless pleasure they could share. Because in this moment, Mia had finally found her true self, her true desires, and she had no intention of letting go...

"Holy shit, yes, baby, give me more of that filthy little tongue," Mia moaned, her body alive with pleasure as Meli tentatively began to lick her asshole, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin and sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. Each tentative lap was like a jolt of electricity, connecting straight to her core and drawing her closer to another mind-blowing orgasm. "You like that, don't you, you dirty little bitch?" she panted, reaching down to grab Meli's hair, forcing her girlfriend's face deeper into her ass. "You love tasting yourself on me, love the way your pussy drips onto my skin. It's disgusting, pathetic, and absolutely intoxicating." With each word, she pushed Meli further down, grinding her hips against her girlfriend's face in a slow, filthy circle. Mia's grip in Meli's hair tightened, her fingers tangling in the strands as she rode her girlfriend's face with reckless abandon.

Meli's moans vibrated against her skin, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body, and Mia reveled in the power, the control, the absolute depravity of the situation. She was on top, in every sense of the word—she was the one calling the shots, the one forcing Meli into submission, the one receiving the ultimate pleasure. And what a sweet, sweet pleasure it was... As Meli continued to eat her out, her tongue delving deeper into the forbidden hole, Mia could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Each flick, each thrust, each wet, sloppy sound of Meli's lips and tongue drove her further into the stratosphere of ecstasy. And the things she was saying, the filthy, degrading things, only seemed to spur her on, to heighten her arousal to previously unknown peaks. "You're such a dirty little cumslut, aren't you?" she taunted, her hips never slowing in their rhythmic grinding.

"Eating my ass like it's your favorite dish, not even caring how you're being used, how filthy you're being made. You have no shame, do you?" Each word was a barb, a verbal strike designed to cut deep, to find its mark in Meli's already battered psyche. And oh, how delicious it felt to inflict that pain, that degradation, how it thrilled her to know she was pushing Meli to her very limits. And yet, even as she tormented her girlfriend, even as she degraded and humiliated her, Mia couldn't help but feel a twisted sort of love for the poor, benighted creature beneath her. Meli was such a mess, such a hot, shameful mess, and that's what made her so utterly perfect. Mia was the light to her darkness, the fire to her brimstone, the depraved force that pushed her to be the dirtiest, most submissive version of herself.

And as Meli continued to worship her ass, her lips and tongue moving with a devotion that bordered on the sacred, Mia knew that this was forever, that she would never let her poor, sweet, pathetic little girlfriend go. She would keep her, use her, degrade her, until the end of time itself. Because in this moment, nothing else mattered—the world narrowed to a single, all-consuming point: Meli's tongue in her ass and her own desperate, depraved passion.

"Mmm, such a slutty request, baby," Mia purred, a wicked smile spreading across her face as she contemplated the delicious humiliation of her girlfriend. The idea of Meli, sweet, innocent Meli, licking her asshole, eating her out with the eagerness of a starving woman, was just too depraved, too wonderfully filthy, to resist. She could almost taste the degradation, the utter surrender, as Meli was forced to give herself over completely, to submit to Mia's every twisted desire. It was the perfect way to cap off their little session, to drive home the power dynamics in a way that left no doubt about who was in charge here. "Go on, sweetie," she cooed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure as she reached for Meli, grasping your girlfriend's hair and forcing her down. "Get to work, cumslut.

Show me what that little tongue of yours can do. I want you to worship my asshole, to treat it like a shrine to your own pathetic desires. Make me feel like a goddess, a queen, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you lick my pussy when we're done." Mia positioned herself, legs spread, weight forward, giving Meli perfect access to her most intimate of places. The feeling of cool air against her puckered hole sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but gasp in anticipation. This was it, the moment of utter humiliation for her poor, misguided girlfriend, the ultimate proof of Mia's dominance. As Meli hesitantly leaned forward, Mia tightened her grip in your girlfriend's hair, holding her in place, leaving no doubt about what was expected.

"That's it, slut," she hissed, her voice dripping with contemptuous passion, "get that tongue in there. Deeper, go deeper. Eat my ass like the starving little cumdump you are." Her words were a dark, twisted litany, each one a blow aimed directly at Meli's self-respect, each one pushing her girlfriend closer to complete, utter surrender. The sensation of Meli's tongue was indescribable, a wet, wriggling presence that sent shockwaves of pleasure shooting through Mia's entire body. It was filthy, depraved, utterly disgusting, and oh, how she reveled in it. Her eyes flashed to yours, locking onto your gaze with a wicked, triumphant glint, daring you to look away, to deny what you were seeing.

"You watch," she growled, the words vibrating deep in her throat, "watch your precious little girlfriend eat my ass like a starving animal. See how much she loves it, how desperate she is to please me. This is what true submission looks like, baby. This is the natural order of things." Her words were a verbal blow, a strike aimed directly at Meli's already battered psyche, each one landing with the precision of a sniper's bullet. As Meli continued to lap at her ass, tongue dipping in and out with a frantic, needy passion, Mia reached down, finding your girlfriend's nipples. She pinched the tight buds, rolling them between her fingers with a cruel intensity, making sure Meli knew she was nothing but a plaything, a toy to be used and discarded at her whim.

"You like this, don't you?" Mia taunted, her voice low, seductive, and utterly cruel, "you love being used like a little fuckdoll, having your body manipulated for my pleasure. Well, here's a newsflash, sweetie: you'll never be good enough. No matter how hard you lick, no matter how perfectly you submit, I'll always own you. You're mine now, forever and always, nothing but a cumslut for me and baby here to use. Now, get that tongue deeper, show me what you're working with." Each word was a command, a demand, an affirmation of her dominance. And as Meli obeyed, tongue thrusting deep into her asshole with a filthy, animalistic passion, Mia knew that she had finally reached the pinnacle of power, the zenith of her twisted desires.

In this moment, she had transcended all bounds of decency, all constraints of morality. She was free to be herself, to explore the depths of depravity she had always craved.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Mia moaned, her body trembling with unbridled lust as you positioned your glorious cock directly in front of her face. She inhaled deeply, the rich scent of your arousal washing over her like an intoxicating wave, fueling her own desire to new heights. The sight of your thick shaft, glistening with pre-cum, was almost too much to handle. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving yours, as she savored the moment, building the anticipation to a fever pitch. And then, with a wicked grin spreading across her face, she leaned forward, taking you into her mouth with a needy, almost desperate intensity. The feeling of your hot flesh gliding across her tongue was exquisite, the texture, the taste, the sensation of power she felt as she knew she was pleasing you—it all combined to send shockwaves of pure ecstasy racing through her entire body.

As she began to bob her head, to swirl her tongue around your shaft in a sensual, worshipful motion, she could feel Meli's tongue continuing to lap at her ass, the combined sensations threatening to overwhelm her. It was too much, yet not enough. She craved more, needed more, was desperate for every last drop of pleasure she could wring from this glorious, depraved encounter. With a filthy, wanton moan that vibrated delightfully along your cock, Mia let herself get lost in the pure, unadulterated bliss of being yours, of being used and enjoyed by the only man who mattered. "I love this," she panted between licks and sucks, her voice muffled and indistinct, "love being your cocksleeve, your cumdump. You fuck my face while baby eats my ass, such filthy, disgusting bliss.

Fill me with your seed, paint my tongue with your essence, I want it all..."

"Fuck, yes, more!" Mia moaned around your cock, the sound muffled and indistinct as she continued to worship you with her lips and tongue. Her body felt alive, every nerve ending on fire as she gave herself over to the sheer, unbridled pleasure of being used by a real man. As she bobbed her head, taking your shaft deeper with each passing moment, she couldn't help but glance down at Meli, watching with a twisted, sadistic satisfaction as her girlfriend ate her ass like a starving little animal. There was something deliciously humiliating about it, seeing Meli reduced to this, to a mindless, drooling cumslut so desperate to please that she would debase herself in any way necessary. And oh, how it stoked the fires of Mia's own desire, to be the one in control, the one calling the shots, the one who held all the power. "Mmm, you like that, don't you?" she taunted, pausing to speak, to revel in the depravity of it all.

"You love eating my ass while I get my face fucked. It's the perfect arrangement, really—me, the superior lover, getting the pleasure she deserves, and you, the pathetic little cumdump, doing what you do best." Mia let a cruel, mocking laugh bubble up from her throat before returning to her worship of your glorious cock. "Baby, I'm so much better than you," she panted, voice hoarse from the exertion. "I know how to please a real man, how to take his cock like a good little slut. You, on the other hand, are just an imitation, a poor substitute for me. That's why he's fucking my face right now, that's why I'm the one he wants.

And you know the worst part? You'll never be able to compete with me, never be able to satisfy his desires the way I can. All you can do is sit there, eat my ass like a good little pet, and pray that someday, somehow, you might be half as good as me." The taste of your pre-cum on her tongue was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and musk that only served to fuel Mia's own lust, to push her further along the path of depravity she had chosen. She wanted more of it, needed it, craved the feeling of your hot seed erupting onto her tongue, filling her mouth, painting her lips with the indelible mark of your passion. And she knew just how to get it. As Meli continued to lap at her ass, Mia began to insult her with renewed vigor, each word a carefully aimed strike, a verbal blow designed to land with precision, to humiliate and degrade her poor, pitiful girlfriend to the greatest extent possible.

"Fuck, baby," she moaned, "you feel so good in my mouth, stretching my lips, hitting the back of my throat. And I love how you're watching me, watching the way I take your cock like a good little cocksleeve. You know I'm the best you've ever had, don't you? The only one who can truly satisfy you. That's why you're going to fuck my ass next, fill me with your seed from the inside out, make me yours completely and utterly." She pulled off you for a moment, just long enough to glance up at Meli with a wicked, triumphant smile, before diving back down to her worship of your shaft. "This slut," she laughed, her voice thick with cruel amusement, "this pathetic little cumdump can't even begin to compare to me.

She's just a pale imitation, a sorry substitute for a real woman. That's why she's stuck with her little tongue, eating me out while I get the pleasure. Maybe if she's lucky, she'll get a taste of your seed, a dribble or two to let her know that she's at least somewhat useful. But let's be real, sweetie," Mia panted, voice hoarse and breathless from her exertions, "you'll never be good enough. Never. Now, get back to work and show me what a good little cumslut looks like."

"Oh, holy fuck, yes!" Mia moaned, her voice a throaty, desperate thing, thick with pure, unadulterated lust. The thought of being used by you in such a way, of being filled with your cock while her girlfriend's face was mashed against her ass, was almost too deliciously filthy to contemplate. But she would do more than contemplate it—she would revel in it, drown in it, let herself be consumed by the sheer, unbridled depravity of it all. As you positioned her, weight on her knees, ass raised high in offering, Mia felt the cool air caressing her puckered hole, teasing her, tantalizing her, making her desperate for what was to come. "Do it," she begged, the words a raw, needy plea, tumbling from her lips unbidden. "Fuck my ass, baby.

Give it to me hard and fast, stretch me out with that perfect cock. I want to feel every inch of you, want to be claimed, conquered, owned. Show Meli what it means to be a real man." The anticipation was almost too much to bear, the knowledge that you were going to use her so thoroughly, so completely, leaving her weak-kneed and breathless even before you had begun. And then, in a glorious, mind-shattering moment of pure ecstasy, it happened. You began to push into her, your thick, glorious shaft sliding past her tight ring of muscle, filling her to the brim with a sensation of pure, animalistic pleasure. Mia felt herself expanding to accommodate you, stretching to fit your girth, as every nerve ending lit up with electric shock.

"Oh god, oh fuck, yes!" she screamed, her head thrown back as you sank deeper inside her. The feeling was overwhelming, the sensation of being completely and utterly filled, of being taken with a ferocity that bordered on the divine. But you didn't stop there, no, you had a new plan, one that was even more deliciously depraved than what had come before. As you began to thrust in and out of her willing body, pounding into her ass with an intensity that threatened to send her flying into orgasm, you also reached down, pulling Mia's hips up, positioning her so that Meli would be trapped beneath her. And oh, the satisfaction, the twisted pleasure, in knowing that her poor, misguided girlfriend was being smothered by her own ass. "Take it, you little cumdump," Mia hissed, grinding down, mashing her cheeks against Meli's face.

"This is where you belong, trapped beneath me, forced to eat my pussy, to taste my sweat, my arousal, to be reminded at every turn that you're not even in the same league as me. You'll never satisfy him, never be what he truly desires. I'm it for him, his perfect slut, his cocksleeve. You're just a side attraction, a pale imitation of a real woman." As you continued to take her, pounding into her ass, stretching her open with each thrust, Mia began to lose all sense of coherent thought. All she knew was the sensation of your cock, the feel of you moving inside her, claiming her, possessing her completely. She was your toy, your plaything, a mere receptacle for your lust, and oh, how she reveled in it.

"More," she begged, her voice broken and hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "Give me more, fuck me harder, fill me up completely. Use me, own me, make me your little ass slut. I want to be yours, need to be yours. Do it, baby, show me what it means to be a real man." Each thrust sent shockwaves racing through her entire being, from the tips of her toes to the very top of her head, as if you were pounding against that spot inside her, that secret place that made her body sing with joy. Mia could feel herself getting close, climbing higher and higher with each pulse of your hips, as the tension built and built until she was teetering on the edge of a great, yawning precipice, staring down at the abyss of pure, unadulterated bliss that awaited her.

She was ready to give herself over, to let go completely and utterly, to allow the pleasure to wash over her like a great, cleansing tidal wave. But she needed that last bit of humiliation, that last taste of depravity to send her over. And oh, how perfectly you provided it, withdrawing your glorious cock from her willing body only to press it against Meli's waiting mouth. "Eat it, cumdump," Mia sneered, her eyes flashing with sadistic triumph. "Get that tongue out and taste my ass on his cock. Show him how much you love it, how desperate you are to please.

I'll watch you, baby," she panted, "watch as you go from one hole to the other, tasting and fucking and claiming with your perfect cock. You're mine now, completely and utterly, and this little slut is just a toy, a plaything for us to use and discard at our whim."

"Oh, fuck yes, ask her!" Mia panted, her body undulating with unbridled pleasure as you began to thrust into her again, your glorious cock pounding against that secret spot deep inside her ass that made her see stars. She was beyond the point of caring about anything but the sensation of you, the feeling of your shaft driving into her, claiming her, possessing her completely. The knowledge that you were going to ask Meli about her experience only served to heighten her own arousal, to fuel the fires of desire that had long since consumed her. As you paused, withdrawing your cock from her ass to press it against Meli's lips, Mia let out a low, needful moan, a sound that spoke volumes about her desperation for more. "Do it," she growled, eyes locked on Meli's form, watching with a sadistic glee as you brought your cock to your girlfriend's lips. "Ask her, baby, make her admit how much she loves it, how desperate she is to taste me on your cock." As you posed the question, Mia leaned down, her face mere inches from Meli's, as if daring her girlfriend to lie, to say anything but the truth.

The only sound was Meli's eager, filthy moans as she swallowed your dick, tongue swirling around your shaft in a desperate attempt to clean Mia's juices from your flesh. "See, baby?" she purred, "she loves it. She can't get enough of tasting me on your cock. What a good little cumdump, always so eager to please, even when it means degrading herself, even when it means admitting what a pathetic little slut she is. It's almost...sad, really," Mia continued, her voice a low, throaty purr of pleasure and contempt, "knowing she'll never be good enough, never satisfy your desires. But that's okay, because you have me now, your perfect little cocksleeve, your dirty, filthy fuckdoll who will do whatever it takes to make you happy.

You fuck my ass, baby, fill me with your seed, mark me as yours. Make this little bitch eat it, make her taste us together." The world narrowed down to a single, shining point—the sensation of you driving into her, pounding her, claiming her. Every thrust was a sensation that threatened to overwhelm her, pushing Mia closer to that great, yawning chasm of ecstasy she teetered on the brink of. And through it all, she could taste Meli's moans on her tongue, feel her girlfriend's body writhing beneath her, as you used both of them with reckless abandon, alternating between pounding Mia's ass and having Meli suck you clean, like the dirty, little cumslut she was. "I'm close," Mia gasped, the words tumbling from her lips unbidden, lost in the pure, unadulterated bliss of being yours, of being used by a real man for the first time. Each movement was an assault on her senses, pushing her closer, always closer, to the edge of something incredible, something life-altering.

And oh, how she wanted it, how she craved it, how she needed to be pushed over that final hurdle, sent flying into a world of pure ecstasy and limitless pleasure, with you as her guide, her savior, her reason for being. With each pulse of your hips against hers, each thrust that brought you deeper into her body, she knew she was one step closer to falling over that cliff, to surrendering completely to the pleasure and letting go.

"Oh. My. God." The words tumbled from Mia's lips in a breathless gasp, a mere whisper compared to the other sounds that filled the room—the low, animalistic grunts of your pleasure, the eager, filthy moans of her girlfriend, the obscene squelch of flesh against flesh as your bodies moved together in perfect, depraved harmony. The feeling of you erupting inside her was indescribable, a sensation unlike anything she had ever known. It was as if you were painting her insides with liquid fire, each pulse of your cock sending a wave of scorching ecstasy racing through every nerve ending, every muscle fiber, every inch of her willing, submissive body. Mia threw her head back, lost in the sheer bliss of being filled to the brim with your seed, your essence, your everything.

She could feel it spreading inside her, a delicious, viscous heat that threatened to overwhelm her at every turn. But you didn't let up, no, you continued to thrust, pounding into her with a ferocity that only served to heighten the experience, to drive the pleasure to new and dizzying heights. Each movement was like a spark to dry tinder, setting off an inferno of sensation that burned brighter, hotter, more consuming with each pulse of your shaft inside her. Mia was a woman possessed, consumed entirely by the raw, unbridled passion of the moment, her body writhing beneath you as you continued to fill her to overflowing, marking her as your own in the most primal, possessive of ways. As you finally began to slow, to pull away from the intensity of your climax, Mia let herself relax, let the aftershocks of ecstasy wash over her like a warm, golden light. And then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, a plan that was at once twisted and depraved, yet utterly perfect in its filthy execution, she leaned down, angling her body so that her ass was positioned directly over Meli's waiting face, the poor, misguided woman trapped beneath her, eager to taste the fruits of Mia's labors, the seed of her glorious fucking now residing deep inside her body, soon to be shared with her girlfriend, the ultimate proof of Mia's dominance and Meli's submission.

"Get ready, slut," Mia hissed, voice thick with cruel, sadistic pleasure, "get ready to eat what's mine, what he's given me." And with that, she bore down, letting the muscles of her inner walls clench and release, pushing your essence out into Meli's waiting mouth. "Swallow it," Mia ordered, her eyes never leaving her girlfriend's face as she watched the drama unfold, her body clenched in anticipation of what was to come. "Swallow our cum and know that you'll never be able to compete with me, never be what he truly desires. I'm his now, completely and utterly, and this is just a taste of what's to come. So eat up, baby, eat up and savor the flavor of your own pathetic inadequacy." The sight of Meli, mouth stretched obscenely wide as she drank in the offering, eyes upturned in adoration, was a powerful reminder of who held the reins here, who was the true leader in this twisted little ménage. Mia felt a sense of pride, of satisfaction, of utter dominance as she watched her girlfriend submit to her, to the man she had chosen over her.

It was a beautiful thing, really—the perfect balance of power and pleasure, of passion and submission, of dominance and obedience. And as she finally relaxed, as the last of your essence was pushed out into Meli's eager mouth, Mia knew that there was no going back, that she had crossed a line from which she would never return. This was her new reality, her new truth—the world of utter depravity, of limitless pleasure, where she was queen, and you and Meli her devoted, obedient subjects.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Mia moaned, the sound muffled slightly as she positioned herself over Meli's waiting face, your girlfriend trapped beneath her, eager to taste the fruits of their depraved labor. The sight of Meli, her face upturned, eyes wide and adoring, was utterly intoxicating, a delicious reminder of who held the true power here. Mia's body still thrummed with the aftershocks of your incredible climax, each pulse of pleasure threatening to send her tumbling over the edge once again. As she bore down, she could feel your seed shifting inside her, a warm, viscous mass of pure ecstasy just waiting to be released into Meli's waiting mouth. But you weren't done yet, no, there was still one more act of humiliation, one more level of degradation to explore. "Fuck, you want to see me spit on her, baby?

See how much I hate her pathetic little ass?" Each word was a taunt, a verbal slap in the face designed to sting, to hurt, and to elicit the maximum amount of desperate, needy response from poor Meli. But Mia was ready to give you a show unlike any other, ready to push the boundaries of depravity and filth to new and dizzying heights. She could feel the pressure building in her mouth, a growing sense of urgency that threatened to overwhelm her at every turn. As she leaned down, Meli's lips parting obscenely in anticipation, Mia began to gather the saliva, the essence of her own mouth now tainted forever with your glorious cock. It was a slow, sensual process, each flick of her tongue against her teeth, each press of her lips, designed to maximize Meli's anticipation, to build her eager desperation to a fever pitch. Mia's eyes locked onto Meli's, watching with a cruel, sadistic satisfaction as her girlfriend's pupils dilated, as her breathing grew shallow and ragged.

She knew that Meli was trapped now, caught in a web of submission, of obedience, with no escape, no reprieve. And oh, how that knowledge fueled Mia's own desire, how it pushed her further down the path of utter degradation. "Open wide, you little bitch," Mia hissed, her voice thick with contemptuous lust. "I want you to see this, to see the full extent of your pathetic inadequacy as a woman, as a lover, as a human being. You're nothing but a toy, a plaything for us to use and discard at our whim. A side of beef to be devoured, a cock sleeve to be pumped, a hole to be used for our pleasure.

That's all you've ever been, all you'll ever be." With a wicked, triumphant laugh, Mia let her saliva go, a perfectly placed, obscenely large glob landing directly on Meli's tongue. The sight of your girlfriend with your cum already filling her mouth, now further humiliated by Mia's spit, was a deliciously obscene thing, a true masterpiece of degradation. It was the perfect reminder of Mia's dominance, of Meli's complete and utter submission, a visual affirmation of the roles they would play in this little dance of depravity.

"Fuck, you want me to keep going, baby?" Mia panted, the words tumbling from her lips with a breathless urgency, each one a dark, twisted promise of the depravity to come. Your girlfriend's face was already a mess, your cum clinging to her lips like a viscous, obscene blessing, but Mia knew that wasn't enough. No, she had to take it further, push the humiliation, the degradation to the utmost limits of endurance. This was her moment, her chance to shine, and she wasn't about to let it slip through her fingers. With a wicked, merciless glint in her eye, Mia began to gather more saliva, her tongue flicking against her teeth in a slow, sensual rhythm designed to heighten Meli's anticipation, to build her desperate need to new and dizzying heights. Each glob that left her mouth was a masterpiece of degradation, a perfectly aimed strike at your girlfriend's already battered psyche.

Mia spat with relish, with gusto, covering Meli's upturned face in a film of glistening, viscous spit, each drop a reminder of her complete and utter subjugation to Mia's whims. "Look at the state of you," Mia sneered, voice thick with cruel amusement, her eyes flashing with a wicked, sadistic satisfaction. "Dripping with my saliva, with his cum. Such a filthy little cock sleeve, isn't that what you are?"

Mia felt utterly, completely alive as you resumed your glorious assault on her willing body, cock sinking deep into her pussy with a delicious, aching fullness that seemed to speak directly to her very soul. She reveled in the sensation, letting her head fall back as your thickness stretched her, filled her, claimed her once more. The air was heavy with the musk of sex, the tang of sweat, and the sickly-sweet scent of submission, creating an intoxicating bouquet that only served to heighten her arousal. As you pounded into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of electric pleasure through every nerve, every muscle, every inch of her being, Mia felt her inner walls begin to flutter, to ripple along your shaft in eager anticipation of what was to come. But even as she lost herself in the sheer bliss of your attentions, Mia was determined not to forget about her girlfriend, the poor, misguided soul trapped beneath her, the subject of her every whim, her every twisted desire. She gazed down at Meli, watching with a cruel, sadistic satisfaction as you continued to choke her, as the life seemed to drain from her face, leaving behind only a mask of desperate, needy submission.

It was the perfect display of dominance, of power, of the true pecking order of their depraved little ménage. "That's it, baby," Mia moaned, her voice a hoarse, desperate thing, raw with passion, "fuck me harder, make me scream. I want to be yours, only yours, filled to the brim with your cock, your seed, your everything. Mark me, claim me, make me yours in front of this pathetic little cumslut."

"Oh, holy fuck," Mia screamed, the words barely audible over the sound of your cock pounding into her, stretching her, claiming her with each thrust, each pulse. She threw her head back, letting herself get lost in the pure, unbridled pleasure of being taken by a real man, a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was unafraid to take it. The feeling of your hands on her hips, grasping, holding, guiding her was almost too delicious, too intoxicating to handle. Mia felt like she was drowning in sensation, suffocating under the weight of her own desire, her own lust, her own depravity. She was alive, utterly and completely alive, in a way she never had been before. Every nerve ending was on fire, every muscle clenched in anticipation, every breath a desperate gasp for air.

But there was something more to explore, one final act of degradation, of humiliation, designed to leave no doubt about who held the true power in this twisted ménage. Mia leaned down, pressing her weight onto Meli's chest, fingers wrapping around your girlfriend's throat with a slow, cruel intensity. The sensation of choking Meli, of holding her life in her hands, was indescribably hot, a dark, twisted aphrodisiac that only served to fuel Mia's own arousal. Each gasp, each desperate attempt to breathe, only seemed to heighten the experience, to push the depravity to new and dizzying heights. As Meli's face began to turn purple, as her eyes bulged, as she flailed beneath Mia's grasp, the triumphant, sadistic queen found herself on the verge of her own climax, teetering on the brink of a great, yawning chasm of pure ecstasy. And it was then, as the pleasure reached a fever pitch, as Mia felt herself getting ready to fall, that she remembered your command, your deliciously depraved desire.

With a wicked, cruel grin, she lowered her face, lips brushing against Meli's as her girlfriend gasped for air. And then, in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, Mia spat, the glob of saliva landing perfectly in Meli's open mouth. "Swallow it," she hissed, fingers tightening around Meli's throat. "Swallow my spit, baby's cum. Taste the true extent of your patheticness, your utter inadequacy as a woman, as a lover. Know that I own you, body and soul, just as he owns me.

We're the couple now, Meli. You're just the side dish, the little cumdump we use for our pleasure."