I leaned against the cool, marble countertop in Kent’s luxurious penthouse, my heart pounding in anticipation. The city lights twinkled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow on our naked bodies. Kent stood before me, his small, yet eager cock standing at attention.
“Is that all you’ve got for me, Kent?” I teased, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I was expecting more from a man of your… stature.”
He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. “You know you love it, Trixie. You wouldn’t have come back for more if you didn’t.”
I rolled my eyes, but my pussy clenched in agreement. Kent and I had a unique relationship. We both shared a small penis humiliation kink, and our sex was always hot, passionate, and filled with dirty talk.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around his shaft. He was small, but he was mine. “Fine,” I conceded. “But I want you to fuck me hard. Make me feel it.”
Kent growled, his hands gripping my hips as he lifted me onto the counter. He spread my legs wide, his eyes feasting on my wet pussy. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Trixie,” he murmured, his voice husky.
I moaned as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste me. He lapped at my clit, his fingers teasing my entrance. “Fuck, Kent,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping, Trixie. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
True to his word, Kent worked me into a frenzy. His tongue danced over my clit, his fingers curling inside me to hit that perfect spot. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
But Kent wasn’t done yet. He stood, his small cock bobbing before him. “Ready for more, Trixie?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
I nodded, my breath still coming in pants. Kent grinned, lining himself up with my entrance. He pushed in, his small cock filling me in a way that was both frustrating and exhilarating.
“Fuck, Kent,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. “You feel so fucking good.”
He chuckled, his hips snapping against mine. “You like that, don’t you, Trixie? You like being fucked by a man with a small cock.”
I moaned, my pussy clenching around him. “Yes,” I gasped. “I love it. I love you.”
Kent’s eyes softened, his thrusts slowing. “I love you too, Trixie,” he murmured, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss.
Our bodies moved together, our breaths mingling as we chased our pleasure. I could feel another orgasm building, my pussy clenching around Kent’s small cock.
“I’m close, Kent,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back. “I’m so fucking close.”
Kent groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come for me, Trixie,” he begged. “Come on my cock.”
I cried out, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. Kent followed, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.
We collapsed against the counter, our bodies slick with sweat. Kent chuckled, his hand reaching down to cup my pussy. “You’re such a dirty girl, Trixie,” he murmured, his fingers teasing my clit. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
I laughed, my body still trembling from my orgasm. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way, Kent,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the lines of his abs. “Even if your cock is small.”
Kent laughed, his hand smacking my ass. “Careful, Trixie. You might just get fucked again.”
I grinned, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m counting on it.”
I leaned against the cool, marble countertop in Kent’s luxurious penthouse, my heart pounding in anticipation. The city lights twinkled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow on our naked bodies. Kent stood before me, his small, yet eager cock standing at attention.
“Is that all you’ve got for me, Kent?” I teased, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I was expecting more from a man of your… stature.”
He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. “You know you love it, Trixie. You wouldn’t have come back for more if you didn’t.”
I rolled my eyes, but my pussy clenched in agreement. Kent and I had a unique relationship. We both shared a small penis humiliation kink, and our sex was always hot, passionate, and filled with dirty talk.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around his shaft. He was small, but he was mine. “Fine,” I conceded. “But I want you to fuck me hard. Make me feel it.”
Kent growled, his hands gripping my hips as he lifted me onto the counter. He spread my legs wide, his eyes feasting on my wet pussy. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Trixie,” he murmured, his voice husky.
I moaned as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste me. He lapped at my clit, his fingers teasing my entrance. “Fuck, Kent,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping, Trixie. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
True to his word, Kent worked me into a frenzy. His tongue danced over my clit, his fingers curling inside me to hit that perfect spot. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
But Kent wasn’t done yet. He stood, his small cock bobbing before him. “Ready for more, Trixie?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
I nodded, my breath still coming in pants. Kent grinned, lining himself up with my entrance. He pushed in, his small cock filling me in a way that was both frustrating and exhilarating.
“Fuck, Kent,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. “You feel so fucking good.”
He chuckled, his hips snapping against mine. “You like that, don’t you, Trixie? You like being fucked by a man with a small cock.”
I moaned, my pussy clenching around him. “Yes,” I gasped. “I love it. I love you.”
Kent’s eyes softened, his thrusts slowing. “I love you too, Trixie,” he murmured, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss.
Our bodies moved together, our breaths mingling as we chased our pleasure. I could feel another orgasm building, my pussy clenching around Kent’s small cock.
“I’m close, Kent,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back. “I’m so fucking close.”
Kent groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Come for me, Trixie,” he begged. “Come on my cock.”
I cried out, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. Kent followed, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.
We collapsed against the counter, our bodies slick with sweat. Kent chuckled, his hand reaching down to cup my pussy. “You’re such a dirty girl, Trixie,” he murmured, his fingers teasing my clit. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
I laughed, my body still trembling from my orgasm. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way, Kent,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the lines of his abs. “Even if your cock is small.”
Kent laughed, his hand smacking my ass. “Careful, Trixie. You might just get fucked again.”
I grinned, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m counting on it.”
