Crushed By My Cunt
life. As my cunt crushed him, I couldn't help but feel the rush of power that came with it. The way he moaned and writhed beneath me was a testament to my control and dominance. His tiny body was no match for the might of my pussy, and I reveled in every moment of it.
I slowly began to grind against him, relishing the feeling of his skin sliding against my wetness. The look of pure terror on his face only fueled my desire to continue. I increased the intensity, my hips moving faster and harder, driving him deeper into my snatch.
My thighs trembled with the effort of holding him in place, but I refused to let him go. The scent of my arousal filled the room, making it impossible for either of us to ignore the primal urges taking over. I leaned down, my breasts pressing against his face, and whispered into his ear, "Do you like being crushed by my cunt?"
His response was a muffled moan, and I took that as a yes. With renewed vigor, I picked up the pace, my pussy now a blur as it relentlessly pounded against his helpless form. My fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him in place as I rode him hard.
The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the air was thick with desire and submission. As I felt my climax approaching, I knew I had to make this moment count. With one final thrust, I released myself onto his face, my cum coating his skin in a sticky sheen.
Panting heavily, I finally pulled myself off of him, leaving him a broken mess on my bed. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of his tiny, spent body. As I walked away, I knew that he would never forget the experience of being crushed by my cunt.
