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When you promised Wanda that she could have you as much as she wanted, admittedly in the throws of passion and without much thought, you didn’t expect to find yourself in your current predicament.
She had taken you to bed, at first offering you her hand, to help you up, only to sweep you off your feet and carry you to the bedroom. The movement made you giggle and you nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck. The redhead knew how much you loved it when she carried you and felt a sense of pride that you trusted her enough to let her do it.
Setting you down gently on your feet, she kept you close, stroking your face affectionately and brushing your hair away from your face.
- You’ll be good for me tonight, won’t you, my love? – Her fingers hold your chin, forcing you to look at her.
- Have I ever been bad, Mommy? – You try to counter, but she only smiles coyly.
- Let’s make sure of it. – She suggests, patting the bed. – Lie down for me.
You do as you’re told, watching Wanda reaching for the handbag she had brought, pulling out a pair of Velcro handcuffs and sauntering towards you with the object dangling in front of her suggestively. You have a snarky comment at the tip of your tongue, but the hungry way she crawls over the bed towards you, makes all words die in your throat.
She climbs on the bed with a devilish grin, straddling you and reaching for your right hand. She places a soft kiss on your wrist, before she secures the cuff on it and locks it in place on the bedpost. She does the same to your left, kissing your wrist first, before she restrains you and she gives the chains of the cuffs a nice tug to test them.
- There, all nice and helpless for me. – She muses, looking down at you. – Do you remember your safe word? – She asks, studying your face.
- I’ve never had to use it. I trust you. – You try to assure her, already a little breathless and buzzing with anticipation.
- That’s not what I asked, sweety. Do you remember your safe word? – Wanda asks again, this time more firmly.
- Yes, Mommy, I remember it.
- Good. And you also remember your promise, don’t you, kitten? – She asks, holding your chin between her fingers, her eyes never leaving yours.
- I’ll let you have me as much as you want tonight. – Your mouth suddenly feels dry. Her intense gaze keeps you captivated and you try to calm your nerves by taking steady breaths.
- “Have you”… - She repeats with an amused smile. - Such a pretty way of saying it. Such an innocent way… – Wanda’s hands start to roam your body, her fingernails scratching up your abdomen and her hungry eyes follow their path, before she takes hold of both your breasts. – Such a cute way to say that I get to fuck you as much as I want. – She says with a growl, her fingers pinching your nipples and making you cry out.
She sooths them with her tongue, licking long wet lines over each one, smiling as they stiffen even more.
- Are they sensitive, sweety? – She asks with a pout, blowing cool air on the wet spots she left, watching you squirm.
- Yes, Mommy. – You manage to say breathlessly, feeling arousal build up inside you at her touch.
- Hmm… Let Mommy make them feel better, sweetheart.
Wanda’s words do not reflect her intentions at all as she cups them both in her hands, massaging one breast, while sucking the nipple of the other in her mouth, swirling her tongue over it, before grazing it with her teeth, pulling a whine out of you.
- Mommy! – You try to plead with her, but she only switches to the other, giving it the same treatment, only stopping her cruel ministrations when you start to squirm underneath her.
- There, isn’t that much better? – She asks with a cruel smile, pinching your nipples again and rolling them between her fingers, in a way that sends shockwaves throughout your body.
Despite how sensitive they feel, each flick of her fingers or her tongue sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core and for a moment you feel unsure if you should ask her to stop, or beg her to give you more.
Your moment of hesitation is everything she needs and she leans down again, sucking on your left nipple, while you try to squirm away, but the handcuffs restrict your movements.
- Well? – She arches an eyebrow, eying your right nipple, her hand already capturing your breast. – Don’t they feel better now?
Scared to provoke her further, knowing that she’ll happily torture you more, you hurry to answer this time.
- Yes, they feel better, Mommy. Thank you!
You let out a gasp, when her hands continue their ministrations, still kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, forcing out more words of gratitude to leave your lips and your display of obedience brings a wide smile to the woman’s face. She leans down, kissing you gently. She deepens it quickly, parting your lips with her tongue and delving deeper, only pulling away when your cheeks were flushed and you both needed to breathe.
- You’re such a good girl, you know that? – She positions one of her legs between your parted thighs, pressing her knee against your pussy. – Such a good girl. Thanking Mommy for being so mean to you. You’re just too sweet, aren’t you?
She pinches your hardened nipples again, but her praise makes your pussy throb with need and Wanda knows it. Knows that you’ll take it all for her, that the pressure of her knee against your pussy is so tempting to you, but not enough, so she wasn’t at all surprised when you started to grind against her, as much as your position allowed. She was hoping you’d do exactly that.
- Hmmm… And so needy too. – She looks pointedly at the apex of your thighs and you freeze, only for her to lean down and kiss the spot just below your ear. – That’s ok, my love. Would you like Mommy to make it all better?
- Yes, please, Mommy.
Your mouth speaks, before you have a chance to remember how she made your nipples feel ‘’better’’, but the words are out of your mouth now and Wanda’s smile grows sinister.
- Good. – Wanda reaches between your bodies, replacing her knee with her hand and massaging your clit while she holds your gaze. – We’ll start with my fingers.
She dips two of her fingers in your opening, wetting the tips and retracting them, choosing to run them between your folds and over your clit, her movements slow and teasing, but her eyes are trained on you. Green orbs almost entirely overtaken by darkness and you can tell the thoughts behind them are growing more intense and insistent.
She dips her fingers again, just slightly deeper, yet not truly entering you and she studies each small reaction. Every little sigh, every small flutter of your eyelashes, the subtle way you try to grind against her, the way your legs spread wider for her, it’s all enthralling and it’s feeding a bottomless pit of desire inside her.
- You want me inside you, baby? – Her voice is deeper this time, some of its sweetness already lost, despite her efforts to seem casual and you nod eagerly at her. – You have such a greedy pussy, you know that? – She punctuates her words by dipping her fingers inside you again, letting them linger unmovingly long enough for you to start grinding against them, wanting to feel them deeper, seeking the pleasure they promise. – No matter how many times I fill you up, it always wants more.
Wanda removes her fingers, just to prove her point and you instantly whine at the loss of contact, making the woman above you smile.
- You see? – She smiles wickedly at you. – Greedy little thing. But we’ll see just how much it can take…
Before you have a chance to fully comprehend her words, Wanda sinks inside you. This time her fingers enter you fully, right until her knuckles press against your opening and she curls them, pressing against your sensitive walls, making you gasp.
- Yes, that’s it! – Her smile grows wider as she starts to move, her thrusts calculated and slow. – You’ll take it all for me, won’t you?
You try to say something in response, but her fingers move faster, finding that spot inside you that she knows you love and she revels in the way you look at her, speechless. Wanda only moves faster, adding more power behind her thrusts and smiling when she sees your eyes close involuntarily, knowing you’re getting lost in her ministrations.
You’re about to say how good it all feels, when the thrusts stop and her fingers retract, leaving you empty and twitching without her and your eyes snap open, but Wanda takes your chance to protest.
- Didn’t I ask you a question, sweetness? – Her voice has lost all the pleasantness she usually keeps reserved for you alone, her eyes claiming all of your attention, as she gives you a glare. – Don’t make me punish you, sweetheart. Not when we’re having such a good time.
The dangerous look in her eyes is enough to send shivers down your spine and you’re tempted to get lost in it, to fully surrender and let the woman take your sanity, along with everything else that belongs to her already. The uncomfortable emptiness and the endless need she left you with when she pulled her fingers out are unbearable and you plead with her desperately.
- Mommy, please! – The words come out as a half-cry that almost breaks the hardness of her gaze, along with her resolve.
- No begging, baby. – She shushes you, her fingers running along your face tenderly. – I’ll give you what you want. And you’ll take it all for me, won’t you?
She hasn’t even finished her sentence, when her hand moves between your bodies again, teasing your opening, her eyes expectant of an answer you can hardly form.
- Yes, Mommy. I’ll take everything you give me. – You breathe out, a sigh of relief fallowing right after, as she sinks inside you again.
- Yes, you will! – She almost growls at you, her fingers picking up their speed. – You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll be grateful for it! It doesn’t matter if I give you a reward, if I’m fucking you, spanking you, you just take it all for me. If I want to punish you right now, you’ll take that too, wouldn’t you?
- Yes! – You’re not sure if the exclamation is in agreement, or simply because she hits that spot again, but it seems to please her and she fucks you harder, curling her fingers perfectly inside you.
- That’s right. You’re my good, obedient girl. And I can feel you getting close too. You’re squeezing my fingers so desperately. – She whispers right above your lips, panting from all the exertion, but never slowing her movements. – Look at you! – The admiration in her eyes isn’t lost on you even in your state of bliss and you feel warmth spread over your cheeks. – Naked, tied up and so beautiful. – She exclaims softly, leaning down and kissing you with passion. – How could Mommy resist you, baby? How can I stop myself, when you look like that, when your moans are so sweet, when you smell so intoxicating…
You try to stay focused, but her words only make you lose yourself more. Each thrust inside you brings you closer and your back arches, hands straining against her restraints. She feels so good, so composed, so much in control while she looks down at you. She’s pure sex, molded into a woman. The way her hair spills around her in heavy strands, the look of desire and possessiveness clearly visible in her darkened eyes, her full lips, forming a smirk, while they say the most obscenely lustful things. It’s all gorgeous and you can’t take it anymore.
- Mommy, please can I cum? Please! – You beg, eyes glazing over and losing focus, while you stare up at her unseeing.
- Yes, baby, cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.
Her sweet encouragements are the last straw, and everything disappears when your orgasm hits you. Waves of pleasure wash over your entire body, wiping out all thought, leaving only scorching heat behind. You can hear Wanda whispering down at you, her soft words drowned out by your moans, that echo throughout the cabin, while she draws out every last drop of pleasure you have to give.
When it’s all over and your body buzzes with sensitivity, you think she’ll stop, but the moment never comes. Her fingers stroke inside you, never breaking their pace and your moans quickly turn to screams of discomfort.
- Mommy, please stop! – You try to beg, but the words come out strangled and demanding and she’s quick to use her thumb to start rubbing circles on your clit.
- Oh no, baby girl! I want more. – Her tone leaves no room for discussion and you only cry out, when her fingers start to pick up their pace again.
Forgetting yourself for a moment, you try to stop her, but the handcuffs pull you down harshly and you hear Wanda chuckle from her spot between your legs.
- Did you forget your promise to me already? – She asks with a fake pout. – Didn’t you say I can have you as much as I want tonight? – She demands, her fingers never stopping their ministrations.
- Yes, but… - You try to speak, but each movement of her fingers inside you sends an almost electric feeling through your body. – Please, let me have a break. – You try to argue, but she doesn’t stop.
- Oh no, lovebug. You’ll take everything I give you and you better be grateful. – She almost growls, her words forceful, while her thumb circles your clit.
You try to protest again, but her head dips down and she quickly wraps her lips around one of your nipples and she sucks it harshly into her mouth, before swirling her tongue over it and releasing it with a pop, making you cry out again.
- Thank you, Mommy! – You almost mewl the words out, your body starting to get used to the stimulation.
- That’s my good girl. That’s what I like to hear. – Wanda praises with a smile, using her free hand to stroke your face, before moving lower and replacing her thumb with her tongue on your clit.
Each thrust is still electrifying, some making you jerk your body away from her, but you can feel yourself starting to adjust, the unbearable intensity morphing into pleasure. Her tongue on your clit promises sweet release and you greedily chase after it. You can feel your pussy twitch around her fingers, your warm, wet walls gripping her tightly, forcing her to slow down her movements, which only lets her play with your clit more, circling your bundle of nerves with an appreciative moan while she builds another orgasm inside you.
- Mommy, it feels so good. – You pant, your body rocking in time with her ministrations, completely losing yourself in what she has to give you.
Wanda doesn’t remove herself from you even for a second, words completely unnecessary and more of a distraction. She knows building you up after you just came takes longer, but she doesn’t mind at all. She loves the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you moan and whimper for her. She’s happy to do the work, already anticipating how good it would feel when you finally cum for her.
- Go on, baby, give Mommy another. – She speaks softly, only detaching herself to get the words out. – You don’t have to ask for permission. Just cum for me. – She encourages you sweetly, her tongue quick to return back to your clit.
The circles and figure-eight’s feel divine and her fingers ground you to reality and you try your best, but you need more. Your body is too sensitive and yet it craves more, craves… Something! Just something that will let you fall off the edge.
- Mommy! – You cry out for her, your hands pulling against the restraints, wanting to reach out for her, but it’s useless. The leather cuffs may be gentle to your skin, but they’re sturdy and merciless, keeping you right where Wanda wanted you - bound and hers to do with as she pleased.
Without much thought, Wanda wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking it lightly, before she goes back to circling it, just the way she knows you like most.
- Yes! Please, Mommy, right there! – Your strangled moans fill the air, your back arching once more.
She repeats the action, her fingers starting to work faster inside you, all of it building up the pressure inside you, getting you impossibly closer to the edge. Every part of you tingles with anticipation, your body hyper aware of every little motion Wanda makes, of every flick of her skilled tongue against your clit and when she sucks on it again, you finally explode.
It feels even more intense than the first, sweet release flooding your veins and spreading over your body, making you moan out Wanda’s name like a prayer.
The orgasmic bliss is short-lived however, pleasure quickly making way to overstimulation, but Wanda doesn’t let up. She keeps her tongue on you, withdrawing her fingers, so she can use both her hands to hold you down, despite your efforts to pull away from her.
- Mommy! Please, please! – You cry out for her, unable to even beg properly, but she never slows, she continues the cruel treatment, watching your body writhe for her. – Thank you! Please, Mommy, thank you! – You’re willing to try anything and surprisingly it works and the woman lets go of your clit with a final pop that makes you shudder.
- Such a good girl. – She praises sweetly, climbing up your body, so she can kiss you softly. She peppers kisses across your face while you try to breathe, slumping against the sheets, seemingly content. – You did so well, sweetheart. Mommy’s proud of you. – She whispers lovingly, caressing your cheeks, eyes sparkling and full of adoration.
- Thank you, Mommy. – You sigh in relief, letting her soft touches lull you into weightlessness.
- Rest up, my love. Mommy’s going to go put her strap on. – She whispers against your ear, the weight of her body leaving the bed.
Your eyes snap open, realizing she’s not done with you at all and your eyes follow her intently as she reaches into her bag, pulling out the strap-on, with a cum-filled dildo already attached to it and she started to put it on around her waist and hips, securing the straps and turning towards you with a predatory smile.
She watches you squirm while she climbs back on the bed, instantly settling between your legs and securing them around her waist, while she leans over you and strokes your face soothingly. The break she gave you is so small that you shiver just at the feeling of her skin against yours.
- Mommy, I’m so sensitive. – You try to plead. Looking up at her sweetly and cursing that your hands are restrained and you can’t even embrace her.
- I know, love. – Wanda gives you a gentle smile and she strokes your face and hair with tender fingers. – I know, sweetheart, but you want to be my good girl, don’t you? You want to make Mommy happy?
- Yes, Mommy. – You bask in her sweet caresses, eyes never tearing away from hers.
- And you want to keep going, don’t you? – She asks, tracing your lips with her thumb and watching as your mouth falls open instinctively, waiting to be filled just like the rest of you. She pushes her thumb inside, allowing you to envelop it with your warm lips, tongue stroking against the pad of her finger eagerly. – God, such a good girl! – She muses as she follows every movement you make, fascinated. – I know you have more in you. You want to cum more, don’t you, my little kitten? I know your cute little body, it craves so much more than just this. Tell me you wanna cum again.
Wanda’s sweet words lull you. She’s being so soft and tender and sweet and you melt under her, body starting to buzz with anticipation, even though you know you’re still sensitive. You want to please her, want to make her happy, want to hear more of her praising words fill your head with pleasant nothingness. More than that, you still want more pleasure. Just as she said, feeling greedy and needy, you want her to make you cum again, so you barely give it any thought, before you start nodding. She takes her thumb out of your mouth, despite your cute little pout from suddenly missing the soft pressure it provided against your tongue, wanting to her the words come out of your mouth.
- I want to cum, Mommy. – You whisper out with pleading eyes. – Please, make me cum.
Wanda smiles triumphantly, her eyes trained on you, as she reaches between your bodies and rubbing her cock against your folds, wetting it with your juices.
- My pleasure, baby.
Her husky voice is almost drowned out entirely by your moans, as she thrusts her hips forward, allowing the tip of her strap to enter you.
- Such a tight little thing. – She muses, keeping her hips still while you slowly get used to her.
She waits a few seconds while your breathing evens out, before she starts pushing more of her length inside you, smiling down at you when your back starts to arch in a silent plea for more. You’re so wet she doesn’t really need all the ceremony, but a part of her basks in the slow way she fills every part of you, until she’s fully inside and her hips meet yours.
- I’m so full of you, Mommy. – Your words come out soft, eyes pleading for her touch. – I love it when you fill me up! I love being yours!
The words trigger something inside of Wanda, a deep need to take you, to claim you, to own you entirely, until you can’t think, until you can’t move, or breathe or exist without her. To be so fully hers, that life without her is unthinkable.
She starts to thrust slowly, using the last semblance of control she has not to rail you right from the start, but the way you moan and the way your legs wrap around her, inviting her deeper, is making it so hard to resist.
- Baby, you’re so good! – She leans over you, forehead pressing against your chest and arms gripping your hips. – So good for letting Mommy play with you like this.
She presses soft kisses everywhere she can reach, trying not to break her slow pace, but the more you moan and mumble her title, the harder it gets. Despite herself she builds up the pace steadily, giving you time to adjust and enjoy her movements, letting you grow needy and building up the anticipation, before she starts fucking you hard and fast and when she sees you grip the chains, holding on for dear life, the last of her control breaks and she lets her thoughts run wild with her desires.
- I love being inside you, sweetheart. You’re so lucky all my cocks are fake. If I could feel your tight walls around me when I fuck you, I’d never pull out again. You’ll always be wrapped around my cock. Warming it for me and keeping it ready for when it wants to cum inside you again. – She thrusts faster, her grip on your thighs hardening and if you weren’t so focused on how obscene her words are, how humiliatingly hot they are, you’d realize she’s leaving bruises. – Yeah, baby, you’ll always be so full of Mommy’s cum. – Her words pull out a pornographic moan out of your throat and Wanda smiles wickedly. – Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?
- Mommy! – Her words are just as overwhelming as her thrusts and you start to feel another orgasm building inside you.
- Oh, baby! – She coos, slowing down enough to stroke your face affectionately, before she picks up her pace again. – You want it, don’t you? You want Mommy’s cum inside you?
- Yes! God, yes, please! – Your eyes screw shut as she fucks you harder.
- Mommy was going to leave her treat for last, but if you take it like a good girl, I’ll give it to you now. Just remember that we’re not done yet.
- Mommy, I can’t cum anymore! – You try to protest, but she’s having none of it.
- No? Your pussy is all sensitive? - Despite her feigned concern for you, Wanda’s thrusts never waver. – It's either this, or the vibrator on your clit, honey. Either way, I’ll make you cum screaming my name. It’s up to you to choose how that happens, but I’m not letting you go until I’ve had my fill.
The words loom over you and the thought alone makes you tremble. Wanda rarely used vibrators on you. You both preferred other forms of stimulation more, but she knew what it could do to you. How much it would intensify every sensation on your already overworked body, the threat clear and startlingly effective.
- What will it be, baby? – She asks, her thrusts growing harder, hitting your sweet spot and pushing you closer with each second and you know that she isn’t above edging you if you take too long.
- Your cock! I want your cock, Mommy! Please give me more of your cock! – Your mind was made up from the second she suggested the vibrator and you don’t miss the look of pride on her face as she adjusts, so she better hit your sweet spot.
- That’s what I like to hear. – She just smirks at you. – Now be a good girl and cum all over Mommy’s cock.
You try to focus at her words, body tingling with anticipation and growing need, fueled by lust and love and so much passion, all building up inside you and pushing you closer. The more she thrusts inside you, the better it feels, the orgasmic feeling you know so well pooling in your depths and driving you ever closer to that edge. It’s unbearable, it’s euphoric and inevitable and you brace yourself for it, hands clutching the chains of the handcuffs that keep you in place, pulling on them desperately while you fall off the edge, letting Wanda’s thrusts to extend your pleasure as much as they could.
She sees your orgasm coming, all the signs right there for her to admire and she pulls away from you enough to squeeze her toy, so some of the fake cum can spill inside you, just in time to see you fall apart. The sight of her cock filling you up as you moan, small amounts of white cum spilling out as she continues to thrust inside you, prolonging your pleasure, is so obscenely erotic Wanda lets out a moan of her own, her body reminding her of her own burning need for release.
The way Wanda fucks you drives you wild, a mixture of desperate desire for more and overstimulation now a constant feeling within you. When the latter started to take over and your girlfriend slowed down enough for the feeling to be bearable, smiling softly at you and whispering soft encouraging words.
- You were so good for me, honey. So good for Mommy. I’m so proud of you, baby. – Wanda sooths you with a gentle hand to your face, her hips stopping their torturous back and forth movement, but refusing to pull out of you.
- Thank you! – You say between labored breaths, leaning into her touch as much as you can.
- You’re very welcome my darling.
She leans in to kiss you, first your parted lips, then your cheeks and forehead, placing soft kisses on your closed eyelids and finally the tip of you nose, before she moves lower, kissing down your neck, tracing your collarbones with her tongue and finally capturing a nipple between her lips, as she slowly starts to move inside you again.
- Mommy! – The plea is left unfinished, as you struggle to breathe through the overstimulation.
- Oh? – Wanda already knows what you were about to say, knows how overwhelming the pleasure can be. - But you asked for this, honey. You said you wanted more, now take it! Mommy has another load for your greedy little pussy.
She wants to sound stern and unwavering, but she can’t help how soft you make her feel. You’re so good for her, so willing and pliable and utterly hers. She plants her hands on your hips to keep you steady, but you don’t even fight her.
- Breathe, baby. – She whispers calmingly as she moves slowly, letting you adjust. - You have one job right now, love. You just take whatever Mommy gives you. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?
- Mommy… - You don’t even know what to say, you just whine, back arching off the bed, each of her movements sending shockwaves through your body.
- I know, baby, I know. – She coos at you, taking one hand and starting to rub slow, gentle circles on your clit, making you gasp. – Just one more, darling. I know you have one more in you.
Wanda’s sweet words work you through the worst of it and you start to feel that familiar sense of pleasure starting to build up again and you nod at her, a silent permission, or more accurately an unspoken admission of what she knows to be true. You’ll do as she asks. You’ll cum for her again, despite every part of you screaming to deny her and beg her for mercy.
- That’s right, sweet girl. My little angel is always so good for me, doing everything Mommy asks.
She’s being extra sweet on purpose, working you up expertly, knowing you’ll melt and it’s working. You’re grinning up at her, hips working with hers, moving together in perfect unison, while she circles your clit. It’s too much and yet it’s so amazing you don’t want to give it up.
- Keep going, baby. You’re doing great.
Wanda’s words are accompanied by the sudden feeling of her arms gripping your calves and lifting your legs up, one over her shoulders, the other around her waist, fucking herself even deeper inside you as she strokes your clit.
- Oh my God! – You almost scream, the new position hitting all the right spots inside you and making you see stars. – Mommy!
- You like that, sweetheart? – She asks, her thrusts getting harder and faster.
At this point the only presence of mind you have, the only acknowledgement you can offer is to nod at her, happy little moans and gasps escaping your lips, your throat already sore, but Wanda doesn’t mind. She’s happy to be the one to melt you so entirely, to be able to get you so worked up and utterly helpless. It’s her greatest joy that you would trust her enough to let her do this to you.
She focuses on stimulating your clit, looking at your blissed out face for any reaction, until she finds the perfect spot and puts a little bit more pressure on it.
- Right there, baby? That’s your spot, isn’t it?
- Yes! – You half-moan, half-yell. – God, please don’t stop! Mommy, right there, please…
You can feel the pleasure building, your pussy twitching and pulsing around her cock desperately, nearing the edge, so close to the point of no return and it’s glorious.
- Mommy, I’m gonna… - You try to warn her, but she already knows.
Wanda’s free hand grabs the dildo and squeezes it, emptying it in your throbbing pussy as you cum around her cock. You thrash and pull against the restraints, almost escaping her grasp a couple of times, but she tries to keep the stimulation on your clit as steady as she can, following your jerky movements and drawing out every last bit of pleasure you have to offer, before you slump on the bed, utterly exhausted and blissed out.
This time your girlfriend stops, pulling out her cock as gently as she can, your body twitching with each movement she makes, and watching with fascination as the droplets of her cum start to flow out.
- Oh, sweetie, look at that. – She coos at you affectionately. – I’ve made such a mess of you, haven’t I?
For a moment she considers letting you spend the night like this. Full of her cum and covered in a mixture of your combined juices, but decides against it. She wants to take proper care of you, clean you up and cuddle you to sleep, making sure your warm and safe in her embrace… Eventually… Though not quite yet. It’s the holidays after all and she decides she deserves a little present for her hard work. She’ll just let you sleep through the morning to make it up to you.
- Look at you! So beautiful! I’ve never seen you so fucked out. – She marvels at you with so much joy. – You did such a good job for me. Made Mommy proud of how well you took it all. – She strokes your hair affectionately, giving you a gentle smile, before she moves off of the bed.
Wanda makes quick work of removing the strap from around her waist and joins you giddily. You think she’ll remove the handcuffs and set you free, your body feeling tired and already overused, but she only tugs on the chains playfully.
- A bound, helpless girl, all spread out on my bed and thoroughly fucked out. – She muses. – You’re just impossible to resist. - Her words send a shiver down your spine at the thought of her forcing another orgasm out of you and you open your mouth to beg her not to, but she’s quick to stop you with a finger to your lips. – Now… Let’s see how you’ll be repaying me, for all those orgasms I gave you. Perhaps you can start by showing me that this pretty mouth is good for more than just begging…
- Yes, Mommy… - You put the final nail in your own coffin, nodding vigorously despite how tired you feel, mouth falling open as she quickly straddles your face. You vaguely remember how this all started, how you managed to get yourself in this situation in the first place and you manage a weak smile. – You can have me as much as you want.
- ‘’Have you’’… - She repeats. – What a sweet word for all the things I’ll do to you…