Word Limit: 210-220
“Who is she?” she yelled, a twinge of tears in her voice. “Does
she love you like I do?”
She ground her pussy against him, grinding her wet clit
hard against his chin.
It was easy to make herself cum like this, his hard chin, soft
skin, the way his face spread her lips just so.
She felt her anger and arousal building so she kept going.
“Fuck it” she thought.
Her hips rocked, slippery, ready, hungry. Her knees slide open, covering his mouth and
nose, cutting off the last of his air.
She reached and pinched his nose shut.
The crest was building, the moment was upon her.
Cut off from air, he finally gasped, desperate for breath,
and she came.
She discovered she was a squirter in college when her roommate
crawled into her bed one night and taught her something new. Now she put that to good use and flooded him.
Her orgasm crashed into her broken heart, and she laughed as
he gasped, sputtered, and went limp underneath her.
Her hips shuddered and she crawled off him and faced the
girl tied to the chair at the head of the bed.
“It was not for naught that I learned to tie knots.” She said
as he cut her replacement loose. “You
might want to call 911.”
