I scream. My thong cuts into me, deep between my ass cheeks. The watching men are going berserk now, half of them shout tat me to choke you out, half of them rooting for you to saw my clit off. Your face is bright red now, but I can’t take this pain. I fling myself to the side, sobbing. Gingerly, I work the sopping fabric free of my cootch as you suck in air.
I take as long as I can but no way I’m letting you recover. When you roll to your side, I’m ready. I slide toward you on my ass and kick you in the chest. My heel crushes your boob and you crash to your back, clutching it. I kick at you again, at your ugly fucking face but you deflect it with your arm and roll into me.
Grappling, slipping, sliding, shrieking curses at each other - on my side, I drag your head back over my hip, our bodies perpendicular. Your tits point at the ceiling as your bent neck strains, your mouth open trying to scream.
I can reach one of your tits. Mmmmmmm. If it wasn’t so slick, I would rip it off, I swear to God. Your thick dark nipple, though, I can crush it between my thumb and knuckle. I look up, straight at the grooms’s cock.
“Want me to stop?” I gasp to him. “Huh?” Loud, over your strangled half-scream.
“Oh God no!” he shouts back. He’s loving this. Can you blame him?
Yt, you weak-titted whore.