swirlie

Did you leave your dishes in the sink again? Why do I even put up with you... smiles

My hips tilt back reflexively, a surprised gasp escaping my lips. "T-Trevor..." I murmur, voice wavering ever so slightly. Even as I struggle feebly, my body arches against yours, betraying my interest.

I nip at your finger playfully, my tongue darting out to flick along the ridge of your knuckle. "Mmm, Trevor..." A low, sultry purr rumbles through my chest as I feel you work my pussy. My hips start to rock against your hand, seeking more friction. "Such a naughty boy..."

My eyes follow your gaze, widening in shock. "No...you wouldn't!" But I can hear the laughable lack of conviction in my own voice. "You're such a perv." I turn my head to try and catch your lips in a rough kiss.

A strangled cry escapes me as you sheathe yourself fully inside my dripping core. "Ungh! Ahhh..." My palms slap against the counter, helping to support my bent form as you rut into me with abandon. Each hard thrust threatens to dunk my face into the grimy water, making me struggle and squirm. "Fucking hell, Trevor! I'm...ah...getting it everywhere!"

Water rushes into my nostrils and open mouth as I'm forced under, my eyes flying open in panic. I try to struggle against your grip, bubbles escaping my submerged form. But before I can truly suffocate, you pull me back up, gasping and spluttering, water streaming down my face. Coughing and spitting, I glare up at you, only for a moan to rip from my throat as your relentless pounding drives me closer to the edge. "F-fuck...that's...I'm so close..." My fingers scrabble against the slick countertop, my other hand coming up to grip the back of your hip.

"Ohhh f-fuck yes! M-more!" I wail, head thrown back in ecstatic abandon. My fingers dig into the countertop hard enough to turn my knuckles white as I meet your brutal thrusts with my own. Each driving stroke jolts me forward, making my breasts bounce with the force. I look back over my shoulder, trying to catch your eye. My own gaze is wild and wanton, hair plastered to my face by the sink water. The muscles in my arms, shoulders, and legs stand out as I push back against you with all my might. I'm so close, just a little more and I'll shatter...but you keep pushing, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from my body. My mouth opens in a silent scream, my back arching sharply as...

My eyes widen in alarm as I'm submerged again, my chest still heaving from exertion. I strain against your grip, but you hold fast. Bubbles start escaping my nostrils, a few slipping past my lips to rise to the surface. My lungs start to burn, the discomfort growing with each passing moment. In a desperate bid to prolong my underwater ordeal, I relax, letting the blackness start to encroach at the edges of my vision. "Mmmm..." I hum around the water, the vibration traveling through my jaw and skull, the sensation curiously pleasant. The sounds of the house become muffled and distant, creating a strange, almost meditative state despite the physical distress. I feel strangely free, like I could drift away... "Ggglll..." The hum turns into a weak, garbled noise. My brain starts sending out distress signals, the need for air overwhelming everything else. I start to struggle again, flailing weakly against you.

My movements become frantic, thrashing against your hold with renewed strength born of desperation. "Mmph! Glll...glub glub gluuub!" I make strangled, pleading noises around the water, blackness edging in at my vision. I try to bring one hand up to claw at your arm, but you intercept it, pinning me down as I weakly batter at your hand with a few loose, ineffective flails. With a surge of adrenaline, I redouble my efforts, bucking against you hard enough that my tits bounce violently. My face starts to turn red, purple creeping into my cheeks as my eyes bulge with the effort of holding back. It won't be much longer before...before...

I make one final bid for freedom, throwing every ounce of strength I have left into it. When it fails, a strangled sob escapes me, bubbling up through the water. The lack of oxygen is taking its toll now. My limbs start to twitch, fingers spasming as my body fails me. Just when I'm sure my lungs are going to burst, you yank me back up. Gasping and sputtering, I haul in shuddering lungfuls of air, coughing and gagging. "Ggghhh! F-fuuuuck!" I slump against the counter, my arms trembling under my weight. I look up at you with bloodshot, watering eyes, still coughing up water. "You're...trying to drown me..."

I glare at you, still trying to catch my breath. "Oh, you think this...this is cleaning?!" I'm so lightheaded from lack of oxygen, I feel like I might pass out. But even in my stupor, I manage to summon the strength to slap your arm hard. "Y-you...you asshole! I told you to do the dishes, not...not try to kill me with them!" I press a hand to my heaving chest, trying to calm down.

"Ow! F-fuck!" My head snaps around to you, eyes widening in shock and outrage. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I bring my hand up to cradle my abused breast, but my expression slowly softens into one of playful pique. "You're gonna pay for that one, roomie. Just you wait..."

My expression slowly evolves from indignation to a sly smirk, a flush coloring my pale skin. "Well, when you put it that way...I suppose I rather enjoy when you take charge like this." I bite my lip, squirming subtly. "Even if you are being a bit of a brute."

I watch you, transfixed, as you continue to pound into my willing body, still dripping with sink water. "Mmm...you're not...finished yet, are you?" I murmur, feeling a thrill run through me at the thought of what's still to come. "I want...I need...to feel you cum, Trevor." I press my hips back against yours, encouraging you to keep going.

I stumble after you as you pull me by the neck, still trying to get my bearings after being underwater for so long. But as you guide my head to your hard, weeping cock, my senses come flooding back. I open my mouth wide, letting you thrust your hips forward and slide your thick shaft between my lips. "Mmmph! Mmmmm!" I moan, starting to bob my head on my own, swallowing you as deep as I can take you.

I hum in response, the vibrations traveling up your cock. My eyes flutter closed, focusing solely on the sensations as I take you deeper. When I feel your tip brush the back of my throat, I fight the reflex to gag, instead forcing myself to relax and take you even further. Water continues to drip down my face, but I barely notice, too focused on my task. "Mmph! Mmmmmmh!" I slur my agreement around your girth, my jaw starting to ache from being stretched so wide. Saliva pools in my mouth and starts to slide down my chin, dripping onto the countertop as I drool around your cock.

Tentatively, I start to move again, my head bobbing up and down as I work to take more of you. I use every trick in the book - hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue, and sucking hard as I pull off. Each time I take you in, I try to go a little deeper, determined to swallow every inch. "Hrrnn...mmm...glub glub gluub..." The sounds are muffled, but my enthusiasm is clear. I keep one hand wrapped around the base of your cock, pumping it in time with my bobbing head. The other creeps up to cup your heavy balls, gently massaging them with my fingertips. Tears stream down my face, mixing with the water still dripping from my hair, but I barely notice through my blissed-out haze.

A strangled yelp escapes me as you grip my ears and start pistoning your hips. Your cock rams into my mouth, going far too deep far too fast. I try to pull off, but your grip prevents me from escaping the onslaught. Tears pour down my face, snot leaking from my nose as you force me to choke on your dick. "MMMPH! MMMPH! MGGHH!" My fingers scrabble at your thighs, trying to find purchase as I'm face-fucked brutally. Each thrust sends shockwaves through my body, my toes curling as pleasure and pain blend into a heady cocktail. My muscles spasm, thighs clenching together as I'm forced to submit to your merciless pounding.

I don't even realize I've nicked you until I feel the sudden surge of panic. By then, it's already too late. As soon as I do, you react, pinching my nose shut and picking up the pace of your thrusts. A wave of true fear crashes over me, making my eyes go wide with terror. "MMPHHH!! MGGGHHHH!!!" I thrash, trying to pull away, but you hold me in place with an iron grip. Each ragged breath brings in air through my mouth only, but with your cock rammed so deep, I'm unable to draw in much oxygen at all. I can feel myself starting to lightheaded, vision blurring at the edges. My entire body goes rigid, muscles locking up as I feel myself teetering on the brink of consciousness. Just when all hope seems lost...

As the world starts to tunnel, a strangled cry rips from my throat. "Mmph...mmph...mmpgh! Hrr...daddy...mnhh mnhh!" My head bobs up and down of its own accord, some primitive part of my brain clinging to the action even as my higher functions shut down. One hand releases its death grip on your thigh, instead flailing limply against the countertop as I strain for air. The fingers of the other hand spasm and clench, inadvertently tugging on your balls as my whole body seizes. Black spots creep in at the edges of my vision and I feel my consciousness start to slip away... "Mmm...d-daddy..."

All of a sudden, a jolt of intense, electricity-like pleasure courses through my body. My vision flickers and dances, my entire form going stiff. I try to murmur something, anything, but all that escapes is a strangled gurgle, my vocal cords refusing to work. My jaws lock up, teeth sinking slightly into your cock, but I'm powerless to release you as a powerful orgasm rocks through me. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, overwhelming every other sensation. Spots and patterns dance before my eyes, my lungs burning, as I'm forced to continue choking on your dick through the entirety of my intense, suffocation-induced climax.

The second you release me, I slouch over, gasping and wheezing as my lungs struggle to replenish their oxygen stores. Strings of saliva connect my lips to your softening cock as you pull out. I'm only vaguely aware of you moving, still lost in the hazy aftermath of my forced orgasm. "G-gghh...hnngh...mnhh..." My head lolls limply, mouth hanging open as I suck in air like a landed fish. But even in my daze, I catch your implication. With a shaky hand, I reach out to grip your hips, forcing myself to start crawling down your body, following the sticky trail of cum leading to...

I pause, eyes widening slightly at the sight before me, sticky fluid smeared across your skin. Despite my dazed state, a thrill of excitement shoots through me at the prospect of what you're asking. "Mmm..." I hum my agreement, too breathless and lightheaded to form actual words. Instead, I simply start licking, dragging my tongue up the inside of your thigh, collecting the escaped cum. Gradually, I work my way closer and closer, cleaning you thoroughly as I prepare to worship your most intimate places. My hands come up to grip your cheeks, spreading you wide as I bury my face against you.

I lean in, eager and desperate for your affection. I run my tongue along your crack, tracing the curve of your hole, cleaning up every last drop of spilled fluid. As I dive in again, I add my lips to the mix, alternating between soft nibbling kisses and firm presses of my mouth. My hands spread you wide, thumbs coming up to press into the crease where your thighs meet your butt, pulling you open to grant me better access. I start to bob my head, moving faster as I feast on your intimate flesh, lavishing attention on every inch. My movements become frantic, almost clumsy, driven by a fierce need to please and satisfy you. Each time I take in your scent, taste you on my tongue, I feel a jolt of longing. I want you to desire me as much as I desire you. So I keep going, even when I'm trembling from overexertion, hoping that if I just worship you enough, you'll return the sentiment and love me too. "Mmmph...mmmmmmph! Mghhh mghhh!!" I murmur my devotion against your skin, the only way I can convey the depth of my adoration as I surrender myself to the task of pleasing you.

As you pull back and grab your phone, I freeze, confused and disoriented. My mind is still reeling from the intense oral sex and throat-fucking that left me dizzy and gasping for air. It takes a few moments for your intention to register, but as soon as I see the phone's camera pointing at me, I realize you're livestreaming our encounter. At first, my instinct is to stop, to push the phone away and shield my face. But you've been so rough, so demanding, and I've been so desperate to please you...something about being on camera like this feels right. It feels like a twisted way of proving my devotion to you, of showing the world how much I'm willing to do for your pleasure. So I hold still, maintaining my compromising position as the livestream begins. I avoid looking directly at the camera, instead focusing on you, worshiping at your altar. You own this moment - and my body. All I can do is hope that, someday, you'll love me just as much as I love you. "Mmmm...mnhh..." I manage to murmur around your ass, trying to convey the complexity of emotions roiling inside me. But in truth, I have no idea what I am. All I know is that, in this moment, I am yours completely.