By this time it’s swollen into an eagerly pulsating pole, sticking up from his crotch like an eight-inch exclamation point. Cruelly I slap it around, bending it and twisting it and yanking on it so hard he yelps with undeniably erotic agony. Finally, after all this extensive teasing and deliberately sadistic procrastination I straddle and mount it, inserting it in whichever of my holy holes is hungriest and jamming myself down onto it.
Slut-boy cries out louder than ever, drowning out my own exquisite gasp of pleasure. As always I slap him repeatedly as I f**k him, hitting him hard across the face again and again, letting him know in no uncertain terms who the boss is around here now. Meanwhile my hips quickly find their rhythm, and I drop forward, planting my hands on either side of his
