“Oh, God, Slut-boy, you’re so f*****g tight!”
“Oh Goddess, you’re so goddamn big!” I sob in response.
“Damn straight!” she gloats. “Get used to it, Slut-boy! I’m going to spend the rest of my life pounding this giant c**k in and out of every hole you’ve got!”
And with that Goddess begins sliding in and out of me, gradually establishing a pumping rhythm that exalts her and pains and humiliates me in equal measure. Kneeling before my upraised ass she f***s me harder and harder, faster and faster, her glorious breasts bobbing beautifully before me. As addicted as ever, I focus wholly on the sight of these: using that spectacular spectacle to distract me from the painful mortification of being brutally butt f****d. Yet the arousal this generates is a torment in itself, as I have nothing no
