Sometimes I wish she’d just gag me so I can whimper and get away with it, but that wouldn’t make it as fun for her. I feel a tear roll down her cheek and I realize she switched back, the whole thing pushed from her mind and the harsh tones forgotten. She smacks me hard on the ass and rams her fingers deep inside of me. We’re actually pretty close to the same size, only she’s way more masculine, broad shoulders, tight hard muscles and yet it’s her eyes that always make me melt, and cringe. I always thought it would start like this, sudden, yet the smack still brought tears to my eyes. “Shut the fuck up bitch, you moan when I fucking tell you to moan, until then I don’t want to hear your fucking mouth.” I’m very quick to stop when reminded.
