You're A Nasty Disgusting Woman And I Need You In My Life Right Now

LOVE THAT LOOK!

Free Use Snack Slut

just a domestic little ramble

You can hear the bell on my collar jingling. You can tell from the sound that I’m hopping, trying to reach something on a high shelf. Probably the cookies. You’d deliberately placed them higher than I could reach.

The bell was distracting you from your task and so with a smirk you got up and walked into the kitchen. You leaned against the doorframe watching me. I was barefoot. Bare legged. Wearing only your jumper that I had stolen from the laundry basket earlier that day. With each reach and jump you caught a peek of my bare ass cheeks as the material lifted.

You loved how unaware I was. How focused on getting my snack I was as you stepped up behind me. Your height towering over me as your hands suddenly gripped my hips, caging me between you and the kitchen counter as I gasped in surprise.

I try to turn to look at you but you tighten your grip and kept me facing forward before moving one hand up to the back of my neck and pushing me gently but firmly forward, bending me over the countertop.

“Shhh angel, you’ll get your treat after I get what I need.”

Your large hands tugging up the hem of your - now my - jumper revealing my bare cheeks as you force a thigh between my legs shoving them apart. You gently caress the soft skin of my ass before landing a sharp slap watching the fair skin turn pink. You alternate between each cheek watching them redden darker and darker and enjoying my gasps and the little jumps I make with each slap.

You take a fist full of hair pulling my head back so you can see my red face and teary eyes as I look at you through wet lashes with a smile and a little giggle. Egging you on.

You deliver a few more hard spanks, some marks already purpling before sliding your hand between my legs. You can feel how wet I’ve gotten and gather it on your fingers before smearing it across my lips and shoving your fingers in my mouth making me suck my own taste off of your skin.

“So wet for me princess. Such a good little freeuse slut for me.”

You spread my legs further apart before guiding your cock against my slit covering yourself in my wetness before slowly starting to push into me. Watching me go on tiptoes and the little gasp I let out that turns into a moan as I feel you slowly filling me until every last inch of you is inside. Stretching my hot, tight cunt around you. You groan at the pleasure before gripping my hips again and slamming into me enjoying the sound of my uh uh uhs and the bell on my collar jingling with each thrust.

Listening to the sound of my wet pussy gripping your cock as you slide in and out picking up pace as I cry out begging you to fuck me. Begging you to cum inside me.

You slow down. Teasing me as you move your cock in and out so so soooo slowly until I’m pushing back against you trying to fuck myself on your cock. Pinning me harder to the counter and spanking me harder telling me not to move. That this is for you. Your pleasure.

As I whimper and tears of frustration pour down my cheeks you grip my throat and start fucking me harder. Fiercely. Primally.

Licking at the tears on my face as incoherent sounds escape my lips. As you feel my legs shaking and I cum on your cock with a muffled cry, feeling my throat flex against your fingers.

And that’s when you cum, filling my cunt up with your seed and fucking it in deeper with a few more thrusts before pulling out and holding me up as I sag slightly against the counter. Holding me gently and brushing the hair out of my face, placing a soft kiss on my forehead as I look at you with dazed eyes and a relaxed smile.

Reaching up over my head and bringing down the pack of cookies that had started this whole thing.

“Here sweetness, your reward for being such a good girl for me”

@oncewasyourdarkdom 😘

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Sorry. I just saw your messages I was masturbating.

if you bite my shoulder while i’m fucking you i am not responsible for what happens next (pounding you into the mattress)

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

Cafe St. Regis, Paris, France