His towel-clad humongous cock mercilessly grinds against my weeping cunt and I desperately endeavour to tug the hem of my skirt up so I can uncover his sodden feast to him. "Keep your hands on the table. I do not remember asking you to move, Theia." He growls raspily and I jerk forward instantly halting my actions at his domineering command as he forces me down further with his strong hips.
I cannot do this anymore, I truly desire him more than I ever have. This is torture and I know he is doing this to prove a point yet I do not care. I am starved and I will eat.
"Phobos please," I whine unashamedly meeting each assertive thrust of his pelvis halfway as he vigorously humps me whilst I reveal to him my longing to be gobbled up. I am offering him everything but he refuses to just take it.
