Girls like you need strict punishment.
I’d have to tie you, face down, spread-eagled on the bed, kneeling over you and pushing my fingers in your dripping cunt, using your girl goo to edge your throbbing clit, teaching you what a real edge is like, but of course, not letting you cum.
Then back to your cunt, more fingers, pushed in, spreading you; my thumb, pressed against your asshole until it forces in there too, both your holes ravaged by my hand, sliding to your clit just enough to keep you on edge before I mount you, using you for my pleasure. It’s not even fucking, I’m just using your holes to masturbate myself, burying my cock in your ass to finish off, leaving my mess in you. Hearing the joy of orgasm while you are so close but so far. Nothing you can do about it.
And then, then the smell of menthol hits your senses, and without warning I slide a coated dildo deep inside your filthy cunt, cleansing you, as though you’re on fire from the inside. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
Your sobs, your screams turn me on so much I just have to mount you again, fucking your ass is even better now as you clench with the agony your cunt is in. It doesn’t take me long at all to top you up.
And then I sit by you, and stroke your hair, as the pain ever so slowly becomes bearable. ‘Are we done with being a brat now, princess?’
Something tells me you’ll whisper, ‘No,’ but at least add a ‘Sir’.
I’ll count that as progress.