#but it’s not coming out of my carpet no matter what i do

[m1ngkis]

(18+) I need San to be absolutely evil and jerk off in front of my face while I go insane from not being able to allowed to touch him.

Knees have carpet burn, hands are sweaty as you clasp them behind your back.

He’s got that stupid smirk etched on his face as he strokes his length over your face. No matter how much you beg and plead, he doesn’t let you touch him. Won’t even let you rest your hands on his thighs.

It’s torture hearing him moan and tug on his cock with calloused hands when you know you could’ve had him cumming down your throat 10 minutes ago.

You almost snap when his angry tip starts to leak, practically begging you to take over.

“Sannie!” You exclaim.

“Such a cock slut you know that? Can’t even let me take care of myself.” He mumbles slightly but you hear every word. It’s not your fault you get off on pleasing him, he never complained that was for sure.

Which is why it was killing you that he would take such joy in seeing you suffer under his teasing.

“Come on. Spit on it.” He beckons you closer and you almost fall over trying to catch the tip of him on your tongue.

Just as you start to suck on the head, San pulls out of your mouth with a hiss, smacking your cheek firmly before gripping your jaw so it was forced open. “Fucking slut.” He grits out and lets a dribble of spit fall from his lips landing on your tongue.

Your eyes roll back as he shuts your mouth. You loved him right now and honestly you didn’t think he had it in him to be so cruel.

Your sweet, gentle Sannie turning into the devil when he’s had enough. You could get used to it

“I said spit, not suck. Have to teach you how to do every fucking thing.”

“‘M sorry, San.. but please! I need it so bad.”

Another sting across your cheek as he starts stroking his length again. “Shut up. I know what you need.”

As if god had told him to grant you some mercy, he tapped the leaky head against your lips thick ropes of cum shooting out just in time for you to catch them on your tongue.

“Now hold still.” His hands hold the back of your neck as you take in a deep breath.

Next thing you know, you nose is nuzzling his pelvis as your throat constricts around his intrusion.

He keeps you there just til the high dies down, a deep groan music to your ears.

Your eyes water as he pulls out, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“You okay?” He asks and you nod. “Not too much?”

“Never.”

[heartual]

how bad is it that i’m considering telling my friend not to come over because an entire bottle of hand soap spilled on my clean clothes and my carpet and i’m trying very hard not to cry about it