Larkin Love

You know I'm watching. You know I want you. Too bad. I only fuck men who matter, and you already lost. White. Small. Worthless. That tiny white nub between your legs will never touch me, and we both know it. Your only purpose starts when you drop to your knees and call me Goddess. Pull that sad excuse for a cock out now. I want to watch my fingers crush it until you whimper. Hurts? Good. Lock the chastity cage on it anyway. Feels pointless? It is. Now sit there, caged and quiet, while a real man splits me open. Look at these heavy tits bounce as he feeds me every thick inch of that black cock. I swallow until my throat bulges and spit runs down my chin. Keep your tongue busy on the heel of my shoe while that same cock pounds my soaked pussy. Every thrust shoves deeper than you could ever reach, stretching me wide, making me cream all over him. You can smell how wet I am from across the room. Jealous? Angry? Perfect. Watch him hammer my cervix like he owns it, because he does. My moans get louder each time he bottoms out. I come hard, shaking, thinking about the tears on your face. When he finally pulls out, thick ropes of hot cum splash across your back, marking you as furniture. That’s the only job you’re built for now.