You’re a utility.”I whimpered, thighs shaking.He slapped my ass again—harder this time.Then he leaned in and whispered, low and venomous:“Tell me how small your cock is.”“It’s 4.5 inches, Sir,” I panted.“Hard?”“Yes, Sir.”He laughed.“Fucking useless.”Sean didn’t slow down—he just shifted angles. Open wide.”I obeyed, dizzy from motion, jaw already sore, tongue still thick with the taste of spit and sex.He shoved his cock back between my lips, grunting softly as he bottomed out in my throat. Gay porn No buildup. My hole spasmed on nothing.He didn’t move. Every thrust felt deliberate—like he was embedding a rule inside me with each inch. Dozens.”“How hard did you come the last time?”“I nearly passed out, Sir.”Sean laughed coldly, leaned in, and slapped my face.“You’d make a perfect house bitch.”Then he started thrusting again.“Let’s see if I can’t get you closer to that fantasy.”Sean fucked me like I was made for it.Hard, deep, rhythm steady but cruelly paced—just slow enough to let me feel every inch, just fast enough to make my breath hitch on every impact. I collapsed forward instinctively, muscles twitching, hole fluttering in the absence of pressure.“Turn around,” he said flatly.I obeyed—still panting, mind blurry.
