I didn’t want that.
Didn’t need it.
But I needed this, needed to come. “Harder. More. Please,” I begged, moving my hips against his face as if I was sitting on him. Damn, I needed more friction and when he bit down on my knob, I bit the knuckles of my index finger to keep from crying out.
This… This was what I wanted.
I can’t believe I am on my knees, licking her. I make sure to snap pictures, make also sure there is no way to recognize me, then I pull away, filming how her pussy clenches for me, wanting more.
Maddie whimpers, but I need her hands on me, and so I stand.
“No,” she cries, but I just lean over, kissing her deeply after pulling my mask down. It is the first time I have ever tasted her like this, both up here and down below, and I’m harder than a rock in response.
I lead her hand to my cock and she instantly strokes while I lower my mouth to bite her nipple, abusing the puckered thing. With every one of her uncoordinated movements, I bite harder, teasing her more, and slip my latex-covered fingers down her body, finding her drenched.
God, if I could…
“Lie on the floor, girl,” I order, and she scrambles to her feet, only to drop instantly.
I crawl over her, making sure I lower my pants just enough so she can suck my cock in, then I part her legs, and start licking her again.
I want her to come all over my tongue, and I allow my hand to join while I nearly choke her with my cock. She is so eager, so willing, her throat so loose, and I revel in it.
Holy fucking shit, this will forever be committed to memory.
I look up, searching for my cell, and find it close enough to reach out. The video recording is turned on still and I shove three fingers into her, finding her tight and not caring that she is making gagging noises around my dick.
This is perfect heaven.
However, killing her would not be good, and so I lift my hips a little… But she draws me back down, even teasing my hole. It is incredible how reckless the drugs made her.
I want more of that, but know that won’t happen.
Not again.
Although I have to pat myself on the back because she’d been trusting enough to even drink the last cup, the one that had caused her to be in this position.
I finger-fuck her harder, shutting the phone off to lick her again. I suck, lick, and fuck her throat until I spill deep in her mouth, forcing her to swallow every bit of cum.
She smacks her lips as I pull away and shift. “Do you want me to make you come all over me and the floor?”
Maddie nods, mewling as she brushes over her nipples.
Yeah, I worked those good.
“Good, girl. Hold on tight.”
I force my fingers back into her, four this time, but instead of complaining, her legs fall away wider. I lick her clit, allowing my mouth and fingers to take all from her I want, and it’s perfect. I just came, my cock resting against the cold floor. But I know if I draw this out a little longer, I’m going to get hard again.
It will be so easy.
I bite her thigh, not enough to leave marks, but enough to cause her to whimper again. Her hands are searching for leverage, but I tied that head thing on well. It doesn’t give and I’m glad about that. The last thing I need is my DNA on her.
“I’m coming,” she rushes out, her legs almost automatically closing. I lean over, keeping them spread wide open, effectively holding her in place now even as she comes down my tongue in a wet rush, and then tries to pull away.
I know she’s sensitive, but I’m not done yet—and she cannot go anywhere.
The sounds she makes are incredible, and I wish I could record those. My chin’s wet from her, my fingers still inside of her, curling and teasing, and I lifted my head. “You want more?” I ask her.
Her eyes are glassy, her lips red from her constantly chewing on them, and she swallows. “I don’t think I can take more…”
I finger-fuck her harder, keeping her legs open, my eyes on her face. I’ve lost the glasses before I started, knowing she cannot remember a thing anyway, and watch as she mewls, whimpers, and then begs because her orgasm is budding. I bite down on her clit, getting drenched again, and know I’ll take the gloves back with me as a souvenir.
Once she comes down from her high, I help her redress, sit her down on the chair, hand her more water, and then take a few pictures of her in her utterly sated state. She almost instantly falls asleep, and I brush my hand over her blouse-covered breasts again.
She will remember none of this, but I know she’ll feel her nipples hurting for quite a while, and her pussy…
Oh, her pussy will remember me.
I lean in, kiss her again, and tell her I’ll make sure she knows how much I enjoy this.
She hardly reacts, but I don’t care. I take her hand and jerk myself with it a few times just because, and then finally pull away for good.
The drugs will wear off in an hour the latest, but by then I’ll be gone, and she’ll be on the way home.
Oh, I cannot wait to look at the material I’ve taken on my phone and relive this repeatedly.
I don’t exactly keep track, but I know today is the happiest day of my life, and as much as I regret that her brain will not recall, I know I was the one who gave it to
