A sultry curse - Chapter 15

"Oooh, baby," I moaned, "Fuck me harder, please!" My fingers flew faster, diving deeper into my honey pot, desperate for release. I couldn't help but imagine like, that delicious cock sliding into me, filling me up, stretching me wide...

"Mmmmmm," I purred, my voice low and sultry. "Please, baby, give me what I want..."

As I fingered myself, I couldn't help but wonder if this hunk would have a massive cock. I pictured it in my mind, thick and throbbing, eager to plunge deep inside me an so fucking yummy. I shook and like jiggled, knowing that this was the perfect imaginary fuck for me to like, get me cumming!

"Oh, Krystal," he groaned, his voice husky and intoxicating. "I want to taste you. I want to feel you."

I wiggled on the bed, begging for more, wanting to feel his warmth, his strength, his power. Would he take me roughly, without mercy, or would he be gentle, tender, considerate? Either way, I was prepared to accept anything he had to offer. I wanted to be his slave, his possession, his bimbo queen. I craved ownership, dominance, submission.

I wanted to feel trapped, controlled, mastered. And most importantly, I wanted to experience pure bliss, raw euphoria, and untamed ecstasy.

"Baby," I cried weakly, "Please, don't leave me hanging. I need you. I want you. Cum in me! Fill me with your like, hot, yummy and sticky cum!" I begged, my voice quivering with anticipation.