𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐒𝐬𝐭

𝔄 β„Œπ”’π”―π”¬β€™π”° 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔀𝔀𝔩𝔒, π”ž π”™π”¦π”©π”©π”žπ”¦π”«β€™π”° β„œπ”’π”‘π”’π”ͺ𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.

He was supposed to be humiliating you.

β—¦

π“π‘πž π‘πžπ π‹πžππ πžπ« ~ π–™π–π–Š π–™π–†π–˜π–™π–Š 𝖔𝖋 π–˜π–šπ–‡π–’π–Žπ–˜π–˜π–Žπ–”π–“

He was supposed to be humiliating you.

That was the plan. The reason for the camera propped on the nightstand, the LED light blinking red, recording every second. He was supposed to ruin you, split you open, turn you into another fucking trophy in his collection of shame.

But insteadβ€”he’s fucking lost in it.

Lost in the heat of your cunt, the trembling of your thighs, the way your hips jerk and flinch every time his tongue flicks over that swollen, soaked little bud. The air reeks of sweat, slick, and something dangerously sweet, something that coils tight in his gut and makes his cock ache, untouched, throbbing, as he buries his face deeper between your legs.

You’re sobbing. Squirming. Hands scrambling against the sheets, too weak to push him away. Your thighs try to clamp shut, but he wrenches them apart with ease, pinning them down as he devours you, tongue plunging deep, lips sealing around your clit to suck, hard, desperate.

β€œFuck,” he groans, voice muffled against your heat. His grip tightens, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs. β€œWhat the fuck did you do to me?”

He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.

He wasn’t supposed to be drunk off you, groaning like a fucking animal, grinding against the mattress because the taste of you is making him stupid, making him forget why he started this in the first place.

He wanted to make you cry. To break you.

But your bodyβ€”your fucking bodyβ€”it’s betraying you, isn’t it? Your clit pulses against his tongue, your hole clenches around nothing, a fresh wave of slick spilling out and coating his chin. Your breath stutters, high and uneven, a whimper slipping past your bitten lips.

His head spins. His fingers tighten.

More.

He needs more.

His hands slide under your ass, lifting you, tilting you into his mouth as he sucks harder, sloppier, tongue working in deep, curling, swirling, lapping up every drop, every fucking sound, every shudder of your fragile little frame.

The camera is still rolling.

But he doesn’t fucking care anymore.

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