You sit on the edge of the bed, watching me as I walk towards you. I can see the bulge in your pants, the way your eyes follow me as I sway my hips, my high heels clicking on the wooden floor. “You know what you are, don’t you?” I ask, my voice steady and commanding. “You’re my little fucktoy. A dirty little secret I keep behind closed doors.” You nod, your breath already coming in ragged gasps.
“Isn’t that right?” I continue, “You know you are mine. You know that no matter how much of my time you get, it will never be enough to compare to her. You are always second place.”
I see you bite your lip. “I just want you, Molly. I don’t want to be second place. I want to be more.”
“You don’t decide what you get to have.” I smirk, “You can’t decide that for yourself.”
I walk over to you, my hand sliding into your hair and pulling you back slightly, your mouth open. “You’re going to worship my pussy, you’re going to fuck me when I want, and you’re going to know that you’re mine to do with as I please.”
You let out a low growl, your hands gripping my thighs. I can feel your hardness pressing against me, and I smirk, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Not so fast, little fucktoy. You’re going to wait. You’re going to wait until I’m ready to give you that hard cock.”
I take a step back, looking down at you, “Now, strip. Let me see that hard body.”
You stand, your hands fumbling with your belt, your eyes never leaving mine. I watch you, my eyes roaming over your body as you undress. “Nice, you keep your body nice for me. I’m going to enjoy this.” I step forward, running my hands over your chest, down to your stomach, then lower until I’m holding your hard cock in my hand. I stroke you gently, making you shudder.
“Lay back,” I say, pushing you back onto the bed. “I want to play.”
I crawl over you, straddling your waist, grinding against you. You can feel my wetness through my panties, the lace rubbing against you as I move. “You want this, don’t you?” I ask, my hands cupping my breasts, my nipples hard and pressing against the fabric of my dress.
You groan, your hands gripping my hips, trying to grind me harder against you. “I want to eat you out, Molly. Please, let me.” You groan.
“You know I don’t make decisions based on what you want.” I laugh, leaning down to bite your lip. “I make decisions based on what I want.”
I slide down your body, running my nails down your chest, your stomach, then lower. I can feel your cock throbbing against my hand. I smile, gripping you tightly before sliding my mouth down over your length. You groan, your hands gripping the sheets as I take you deep into my throat.
I move slowly, my tongue swirling around your head, teasing you, making you beg. I can feel your cock throbbing in my mouth, your body tensing as I continue to tease you. I pull back, releasing your cock with a pop, then move up your body, straddling your face.
“You know what you are going to do, right?” I ask, my fingers gripping the fabric of my panties.
I slide the fabric to the side, pressing my wet pussy against your lips. “Lick me, you little fucktoy. Show me what that tongue can do.”
Your hands grip my thighs, your tongue licking up my slit, making me shudder. I can feel your cock throbbing beneath me, begging for release. I grip it, stroking you slowly as I grind against your face, moaning as your tongue swirls around my clit.
“I can fuck you whenever I want. I can take your cock, and make you come on my command. And you love it. You fucking love being used.” I grin, sliding my pussy against your face, feeling your tongue delving deeper, hitting every nerve ending.
You groan beneath me, your body tensing as I grip your cock tighter, moving faster against your face. I’m close, my body tensing as I ride your face, my pussy gripping around your tongue, feeling you swallow my moans. You eat me out like you’re starving, and I grip your cock harder, fucking it in my hand.
I come, my body convulsing, my pussy grinding against your mouth, my hips moving wildly. I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand, your body tensing as you come, your hot cum coating my fingers. I slide off you, my breath ragged as I look down at you. Your chest is heaving, your cock still throbbing, your body covered in sweat.
I crawl back down your body, gripping your cock in my hand once more, moving it to my lips. “You know, you could be more than this. You could be a lot more than just a fucktoy, but you’d have to earn it.” I run my tongue around your tip, and you groan, your hips bucking up. “But for now, I think I’m just going to use you for my own pleasure.” I laugh, leaning down to kiss your lips, sliding your cock between my lips and sliding it deep into my throat. “You’re going to be a good little toy and keep your mouth shut.”
You sit on the edge of the bed, watching me as I walk towards you. I can see the bulge in your pants, the way your eyes follow me as I sway my hips, my high heels clicking on the wooden floor. “You know what you are, don’t you?” I ask, my voice steady and commanding. “You’re my little fucktoy. A dirty little secret I keep behind closed doors.” You nod, your breath already coming in ragged gasps.
“Isn’t that right?” I continue, “You know you are mine. You know that no matter how much of my time you get, it will never be enough to compare to her. You are always second place.”
I see you bite your lip. “I just want you, Molly. I don’t want to be second place. I want to be more.”
“You don’t decide what you get to have.” I smirk, “You can’t decide that for yourself.”
I walk over to you, my hand sliding into your hair and pulling you back slightly, your mouth open. “You’re going to worship my pussy, you’re going to fuck me when I want, and you’re going to know that you’re mine to do with as I please.”
You let out a low growl, your hands gripping my thighs. I can feel your hardness pressing against me, and I smirk, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Not so fast, little fucktoy. You’re going to wait. You’re going to wait until I’m ready to give you that hard cock.”
I take a step back, looking down at you, “Now, strip. Let me see that hard body.”
You stand, your hands fumbling with your belt, your eyes never leaving mine. I watch you, my eyes roaming over your body as you undress. “Nice, you keep your body nice for me. I’m going to enjoy this.” I step forward, running my hands over your chest, down to your stomach, then lower until I’m holding your hard cock in my hand. I stroke you gently, making you shudder.
“Lay back,” I say, pushing you back onto the bed. “I want to play.”
I crawl over you, straddling your waist, grinding against you. You can feel my wetness through my panties, the lace rubbing against you as I move. “You want this, don’t you?” I ask, my hands cupping my breasts, my nipples hard and pressing against the fabric of my dress.
You groan, your hands gripping my hips, trying to grind me harder against you. “I want to eat you out, Molly. Please, let me.” You groan.
“You know I don’t make decisions based on what you want.” I laugh, leaning down to bite your lip. “I make decisions based on what I want.”
I slide down your body, running my nails down your chest, your stomach, then lower. I can feel your cock throbbing against my hand. I smile, gripping you tightly before sliding my mouth down over your length. You groan, your hands gripping the sheets as I take you deep into my throat.
I move slowly, my tongue swirling around your head, teasing you, making you beg. I can feel your cock throbbing in my mouth, your body tensing as I continue to tease you. I pull back, releasing your cock with a pop, then move up your body, straddling your face.
“You know what you are going to do, right?” I ask, my fingers gripping the fabric of my panties.
I slide the fabric to the side, pressing my wet pussy against your lips. “Lick me, you little fucktoy. Show me what that tongue can do.”
Your hands grip my thighs, your tongue licking up my slit, making me shudder. I can feel your cock throbbing beneath me, begging for release. I grip it, stroking you slowly as I grind against your face, moaning as your tongue swirls around my clit.
“I can fuck you whenever I want. I can take your cock, and make you come on my command. And you love it. You fucking love being used.” I grin, sliding my pussy against your face, feeling your tongue delving deeper, hitting every nerve ending.
You groan beneath me, your body tensing as I grip your cock tighter, moving faster against your face. I’m close, my body tensing as I ride your face, my pussy gripping around your tongue, feeling you swallow my moans. You eat me out like you’re starving, and I grip your cock harder, fucking it in my hand.
I come, my body convulsing, my pussy grinding against your mouth, my hips moving wildly. I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand, your body tensing as you come, your hot cum coating my fingers. I slide off you, my breath ragged as I look down at you. Your chest is heaving, your cock still throbbing, your body covered in sweat.
I crawl back down your body, gripping your cock in my hand once more, moving it to my lips. “You know, you could be more than this. You could be a lot more than just a fucktoy, but you’d have to earn it.” I run my tongue around your tip, and you groan, your hips bucking up. “But for now, I think I’m just going to use you for my own pleasure.” I laugh, leaning down to kiss your lips, sliding your cock between my lips and sliding it deep into my throat. “You’re going to be a good little toy and keep your mouth shut.”
