My Filipina Whore Loves To Get Fucked
Fuck me…fuck me. You b-bastard,” she said, her breath broken, the panting words sounding bitten off of something inside.“ Mmm. Yes. That’s me.” Still hard, still buried in her wet Filipina lbfm pussy, the trailing shudders of my Filipina whore Nica’s orgasm milked my cock for its last drops. No matter what she said, she’d come hard enough to hurt both of us. “Yes. Fuck me is right.”
“Oh, god, I never…” “I know,” I mocked, “you’ve never done that before. You could never do that. It shouldn’t feel good. ‘Good girls don’t.’ Sane, healthy women would never…” She squirmed under me, pinioned, our sweat-slick between us.
“But you’re not a good girl, are you? You could. And you did.” Her skin was so soft, so hot against mine. Pure Filipina lbfm! I licked her neck up to her ear; the bite mark there would be hard to hide. She shuddered at the sting of saliva on broken skin, and I felt it all the way down, her insides fluttering around me in reaction. The noise she made was halfway between moan and sob.
Pinay Good Girl Gone Bad
“What…what are you doing to me?” Her eyes were so pretty with the welling of tears, the dilation of climax, the tremor of fear and uncertainty. “Nica. You know. I’m making you mine. Making you my Filipina whore.” That sound. That little whimper she made, like a trapped animal, like a wanton slut. It made me twitch; made me stiffen again and push inside her.
“Uh-uh… I’m not a…”
“Not a whore? Darling. Weren’t those your very words? When you were begging me to fuck you? To make you come? You said it. And didn’t I hear and give you what you wanted?” My mouth hovered close to her ear as if telling a secret.
“No…yes.”“Didn’t you come, again, just like I said you would? You can again, too. You will again, whenever I want. And you’ll love it—you will want it with all that you are.”
“Please.” If she kept sounding like that, so delicious, so vulnerable and needy, I wouldn’t be responsible. I’d start again. But then, she was a little right, I knew. So I relented just a bit; I would exact my price for that later. “No. You’re not a whore. A whore doesn’t care who gives them what they need.
I could give a whore colleague or client, a friend or a bum off the street, and you wouldn’t care, and I wouldn’t care, as long as your cunt or your ass was full with my throbbing cock and your body shaking with pleasure.” I accented every few words with little thrusts.
She whined quietly in protest, but her bucking hips and arching back contradicted her sounds. The flood of our fluids, slurps, and sluices, spread the pungent stain of us on the sheets. My voice turned harsh, accusing.
My Filipina Whore Knows Who Daddy Is Now
“But no, you’re under my skin. You’re my whore. You fucked yourself into me as sure as I fucked myself into you, you amazing, delectable little pretty blonde Pinay lbfm spinner. You didn’t even know it. I didn’t even know it until it was too late. And I am far, far too selfish. Too territorial with what I truly want. You, I will not share; not give away to anyone. I’m keeping you. You’re mine.” I punctuated my possessiveness with harder and harder jabs. “Oh, god.” It could have been anguish in her voice.
It could have been a relief. Both would’ve been correct. Fuck. I wanted her again. Right fucking now. And look, there she was, under me, ready and waiting.
“Now. Once more, my sweet.” Being just another Asian whore might have been the easier path for her, I thought. Easier for us both, perhaps. But it was too late now. I was just as lost as she. I knew it with the ache of my need. Re-positioned us, reaching for the bed-table drawer. “I promise, you’re going to like this, too, by the end.”
“No-o…” But her voice and wet eyes lied. I felt her squeeze me inside, trying to devour me whole. That’s my girl. My Filipina whore!
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