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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by psspss...)
Despite your cries for release Rachel says no. She grinds against you and kisses you and feels you, wrapping you in a cocoon of her scent and sexuality. “I know how badly you want it, Ross,” she whispers against your lips, “I can feel you throbbing and leaking. But I want you to be good for me a little longer… just think about how hot it’ll be when I finally let you out!”
“Baby, please…” you whimper, but she kisses you silent.
“Today’s been so hot! I’m so fucking wet. It’ll be so much hotter when we keep going… so you’re going to stay locked for me!” she moans. Her voice takes on an edge as she asks you, “Isn’t that right, my little slut?”
You nod weakly and she slaps you. “Answer me, whore,” she says in a sexy, dangerous voice.
“Yes, baby, you’re right!” you say.
She starts dry humping you and choking you a little. “Look up at me,” she hisses, “Look at me as I grind against your pathetic clit. I want you to be a good bitch and moan my name when you cum, okay?”
“Uh huh!” you nod as she keeps going.
“Such a bitch for me, aren’t you? Such a fucking slut,” she says.
“Yes, I’m your slut bitch!”
Rachel bares her teeth, grinning like a predator. “Who’s going to fuck me now, huh? You’re all locked up. Someone will need to fuck me good. Maybe I’ll have to finally let my boss John have at it… I happen to know that he’s really packing heat down there. Or maybe your best friend Jamie? You know how he stares at me like I’m a piece of meat… wouldn’t it be hot if they fucked me silly while you watched like a silly cuck?”
“No, honey, please!”
“Well, someone’s got to fuck me, don't they? Because I’ll be fucking you. With my big fat dildo. I’ll tear your ass up. Show you what it really means to be my bitch. Ooh, I can feel you throb harder. You want it too, don’t you, slut?”
You moan Rachel's name as you start cumming in your cage. And you can finally feel her quiver and cum too. When you’re both done, she slides back into the seat next to you. She takes her wet, sticky panties off and hands them to you. “A souvenir,” she winks, before starting up the car.
“So,” she says, pulling out of the parking area, “where shall we go next, Ross? Sex shop for some toys? Makeup? Wigs? Or home?”
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