The slap – desire walkes along strange paths

The heavy body of the man behind me moves rhythmically as he rams his cock into my already straining pussy.

He’s big and overweight, but the other whores love him because he fucks like a god.

His cock is thick and hard and fills me up completely. He would love to fuck my ass, but he’s not allowed to.

The boss has forbidden it, and everyone loves the boss and obeys him unconditionally.

The whores love him, the bodyguards, the workers. He is the master of their life and death.

I kneel on the dirty mattress and endure the fourth fuck of the day.

The man behind me grunts and grips my hips tighter. He fucks me wonderfully hard and fast, and I have to control myself very well not to come.

I’m not allowed to come and I don’t want to, but my body betrays me and tries to give itself the satisfaction I gave the three men who came before the fat one. He slaps my ass, and everything in my body screams for release.

My pussy has already had 3 cocks today and is both aroused and sore.

A wonderful combination to explode at the right touch.

I love being fucked like this, but I’m not allowed to show it. It’s supposed to be a punishment.

I love the boss like everyone loves him, but punishing a whore by having her fucked over and over again doesn’t make much sense to me.

But maybe nothing else works for me.

I am special. Particularly stubborn, particularly rebellious, and particularly desirable.

The boss loves and hates it at the same time. Just like I do him.

My pussy is burning to come when the fat one starts to moan loudly and slaps me on the ass, which makes me even hotter.

I don’t move a muscle in my face and look at the boss impassively.