The air in Sara’s fancy hall hung heavy, the dim pink and yellow lights casting soft shadows over the polished wood floor, the fish tank bubbling quietly in the center.
I laid there on the bed, the red belt around my neck, the leather cool and smooth against my skin, my hands gripping the pink sheets tight.
Sara loomed over me, her knees pinning me down, her maroon one-piece hiked up messy, her black panties dangling from her fingers as she pressed them hard against my face—warm, musky, her smell hitting me sharp.
"Answer me, huh!? Huh!" she snapped, her voice loud and sharp, shoving the panties harder against my nose, her other hand cracking across my face again—*slap*—the sting blooming hot on my skin.
Her nails brushed my cheek after, her grip on the belt tightening as she pulled it a little, daring me to talk back. "You sniff Aeri’s panties too, don’t you? Huh? Lovesick child!"
"Na..." I said, my voice flat, low, cutting through her rant as I pushed the word out, my chest rising slow under her weight.
"Huh?" she said, pausing, her hand freezing mid-air, her eyes narrowing as she stared down at me, her smirk faltering for a sec. "What’d you say?" She tilted her head, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder.
"I don’t have to act like a pervert for the woman I love," I said, my voice steady now, pushing back against her taunt. "Her kindness, her presence—it’s enough for me. Fills me up with satisfaction in life."
My eyes drifting half-shut as Aeri flickered into my mind—her warm smile lighting up our kitchen, her humming soft as she stirred a pot, the way she’d hesitantly pat my shoulder when I was down, trying her best every day. The smell of her cooking wrapping around me like home.
Then I smirked up at her, my lips twitching as I met her glare. "Unlike someone... she doesn’t need to force anything in life. Not even something simple like happiness."
My eyes locking on hers, daring her to bite back. The belt tugged light against my neck as I shifted, my hands loosening on the sheets, my smirk growing just enough to poke at her.
The room went dead quiet—her fish tank bubbling, the soft hum of the fridge across the hall. Sara’s face froze, her eyes hidden behind her hair for a beat, her hand still hovering with the panties, her breath hitching like she’d been hit.
Then—*pfft*—she burst into laughter, loud and wild, throwing her head back as she clutched her forehead, her cackle bouncing off the high ceilings. "Bwahaha... oh my god, listen to you!" she said, her shoulders shaking as she leaned forward, her dark hair spilling over her face, her knees digging harder into the bed. "You’re hilarious, puppy—spilling your little heart out like that!"
I sighed hard, my breath puffing out long and tired, my smirk fading as I watched her lose it. *This girl’s beyond hopeless,* I thought, my hands sliding up to rub my face, the belt shifting against my throat.
"If you’re done laughing, let me go already," I said, sitting up slow, pushing against her weight.
But before I could move far, her hand slammed down—hard—cracking against my face, shoving me back onto the bed with a *thud*. "Ah... uh... where do you think you’re going, my puppy?" she said, her palm pressing my cheek into the pillow, her knees locking me down.
Her dark eyes flashed, her smirk twisting back, meaner now.
I gulped, my throat tight, my chest heaving under her. *Guess that didn’t guilt her out,*
"Well, I don’t care what you say," she said, her voice dropping sultry, her smirk growing as she shifted up a little, her knees sliding along the bed.
"You’re trapped with me—that’s the only reality that matters now." She straightened up, towering over me, the yellow chandelier glowing behind her like some twisted halo, her maroon dress wrinkled and bunched around her hips. "And you’re gonna be punished in ways you can’t even imagine for talking too much," she added, her tone teasing.
She straddled me higher, planting her legs on either side of my face, her knees sinking deep into the mattress, her bare thighs skin brushing my face as she hovered above me.
I can see her pussy, naked and close, the heat of her hole, radiating down as she settled slow, pressing her hips onto my face.
"Ahh..." she moaned soft, her voice hitching as my lips brushed her Labia, the tickle of my lips making her twitch, her hands gripping the belt tighter, pulling it just enough to remind me it was there.
"Suck it. Kiss it. Lick it, you motherfucker!" she snapped, her voice rough and loud, grabbing my hair hard with one hand, her fingers tangling in it as she pushed her hips down, grinding her sleak pussy against my face.
Her other hand clutched the belt, pulling me towards her, her knees locking me in place, the bed creaking under us.
"Do it—now!" she said, pulling my hair again, her breath fast, her thighs trembling a little as she pressed her vagina harder, sitting on my face.
"Umph..." I mumbled, my voice muffled, the slight suffocation kicking in as her weight smothered me, the smell of pussy and heat overwhelming. My hands shot up instinctively, grabbing her thighs—smooth, warm—trying to push back, but she didn’t budge, her grip on my hair tightening, her hips rocking on my face slow.
I couldn’t help it—had to do it—my lips brushing her wet leaking pussy, my breath ragged as I gave in, the belt tugging my neck, the chandelier’s yellow glow flickering above like a warped spotlight on her game.
"Ahh..you , don’t you?" she said, her voice taunting again, leaning forward a little, her dark hair spilling over her face as she smirked down at me, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure as I gave her head from below.