This choice: makes you eat her pussy. • Go Back...Chapter #4makes you eat her pussy. by: btal   Angela climbs over you, sitting on your chest. Her weight slightly pulls your wrists against their restraints, painfully. You look up at her, lust painted on her face. "I hope my dainties gave you an appetite for the real thing!"
You wince as your eyes slowly stray downward from her plump, matronly face; past her enormous, sagging breasts; beneath the belly hanging in front, just tight enough to not be resting on you, you look down to her pussy.
She slowly fingers herself, her hand clutching at the hairy mass poking out from beneath her belly, dripping with anticipation. "You're going to make me happy."
She gradually eases herself forward, her soft butt occasionally resting higher and higher on your chest. You can see by the look on her face that she knows exactly what she's doing. With slow, deliberate motions, she's driving you crazy with fearful anticipation.
Before long, her muff has nearly reached its destination. It's so close, you can feel the heat off of it; you can smell it, like nothing you've ever smelled before. It leers down at you, like some horrible mouth waiting to devour you. She drops down, painfully sitting on your throat. You eyes bulge as you painfully choke as she casually sits there. Her legs are straight forward, framing your face, as her hairy cunt tickles your chin. You thrash wildly, slapping and clawing at her ass and thighs.
"Now now, sweetie. This is just to remind you of who's in charge here. I mean...I KNOW I'm about to satisfy all your wildest fantasies, but just to make sure. If you disobey me, I'll make you pray for death. If I get tired of you, I might just answer those prayers."
You can't even think about that; you can't breathe and you feel like your trachea might collapse. You continue writhing and thrashing. She lets up, mercifully, still hanging threateningly over your face. "Got it!?!"
You nod desperately, tears streaming from your eyes. She looks down at you, sensually wiping them away with her thumb. Then she shifts forward mere inches more. Her face vanishes from you as the underside of her belly blocks it off. Soon you're in complete darkness as all you can see are her belly and crotch. She eases herself down; her moist thicket devours your face.
You can't even bring yourself to cry anymore. Her hairs invade every orifice, hurting your eyes and tickling your nose. Instantly, your face is a slick mess. As she rests her full weight on you, you start to smother.
"I don't feel anything down there..." she warns.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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