A firm grasp on my delicate wrist and I'm being led upstairs. As soon as we reach the landing you drag me to the first door on our right and fling it open, pushing me inside the brightly lit bathroom. You growl in my ear as you rip my shirt off and hoist me onto the sink counter and command me to start rubbing my throbbing clit for you to see.
“Yes, Sir.” I eagerly oblige as you peel your clothes off in front of me, letting me drink in the most perfect form I've ever seen.
My eyes linger on your erect cock for too long, “Beg for it, you slut.”
Whimpers escape past my lips and my hands reach out for you. I have to touch you. I need to touch you. “I said, beg for it.”
“Please, Sir. Please let me touch your hard cock! I need to feel you inside of me now! Please...”
You lunge at me, rip open the front of my sheer black tights, wrap one of your hands around my exposed throat and use the other to dig your fingers into my hip bone as you thrust and force yourself into me. I scream out in ecstasy and wrap my legs around you, getting lost in the feeling of you moving inside me.
“Shut the fuck up unless you want someone to hear how much of a fucking slut you are. Actually, I want everyone here to know exactly how much you love my fucking cock. You are my slut, now scream for me!” you demand as you violently thrust into my dripping, wet pussy again and again until I'm moaning loudly in a wonderful mixture of pleasure and agony, my nails digging into the muscular flesh of your back.
Then a knock on the door startles me from my bliss and without missing a beat you open the door and pull the guy inside with us.
“Dude, I just wanted to use the bathroom.