She moaned around me, vibration sending jolts through my shaft, spit bubbling from her lips, dripping down my balls in thick, warm streams. Her hands gripped my thighs harder, nails digging in, legs shifting on the carpet as she tried to steady herself, knees spreading wider for balance.

I grabbed her head with both hands—fingers tangling in her hair—and pushed down harder, holding her there, nose crushed against my pelvis, cock fully sheathed in her throat.

She gagged hard, body convulsing, saliva flooding out in waves, dripping from her chin onto the floor in puddles. Her hands moved frantically, clutching my legs, then slapping at my thighs lightly in reflex, legs kicking slightly behind her as she struggled for air. Tears streamed from her eyes, mascara running in black lines, but she didn't fight—moans muffled and desperate, throat squeezing me in spasms.

I kept her like that—seconds stretching, her face turning red, gags turning wet and choked. "Fucking take it… that's what sluts like you are for… choking on cock…"

Then I raised one hand, keeping the other firmly on her head, and slapped my own hand down, thud, forcing her head lower, making her gag again, throat convulsing wildly.

"SLUT."

Another thud. Her body jerked, spit spraying from her lips.

"SLUT."

Thud. She sobbed around me, legs kicking, hands clawing at my thighs.

"SLUT!"

Thud. Tears poured down her face, nose buried deeper, throat squeezing so tight it almost hurt.

"FUCKING SLUT!"

Thud. She screamed muffled against me, body shaking violently, saliva gushing out, pooling on the carpet.

She gagged harder, breath completely blocked, face purple, eyes bulging, body thrashing—hands slapping my legs, legs kicking behind her, desperate for air.

I finally let her go—yanked her head back by the hair.

Carrie screamed, pulling off with a wet, gasping cough, taking a deep breath that turned into a sob. Spit drooled from her mouth in thick strings, chin shiny, face a wreck—mascara smeared, cheeks flushed, tears streaming.

I reached down, rubbed the spit on her face—fingers smearing it across her cheeks, over her lips, mixing with her tears.

Then rubbed more—palming her face, spreading the mess, making her skin glisten with it, her makeup ruined completely.

I spat on her face again—thick glob landing on her forehead, dripping down toward her eye.

She panted, eyes half-lidded, body still shaking, but she looked up at me—broken, needy, ready for more.

"Why did you come?" I asked, holding her cheek—not forcefully, just enough to tilt her face up so she had to look at me. My thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, still slick from spit and tears. "Why didn't you say no?"

Carrie swallowed hard, chest rising and falling fast. Her eyes locked on mine, glassy and red-rimmed. "My body wanted it."

"Your body?"

"I… never felt like this before." She panted, leaning her cheek fully into my hand now, head tilting slightly like she was seeking comfort in the touch. "You… I don't know. This is weird. And I love it."

"You love it?"

"I… I… I don't…"

I mimicked her stammering, voice low and mocking. "I… I… I… Enough mumbling. Get up. Sit on my cock."

Carrie nodded quickly, scrambling up from the floor. Her knees were red from the carpet, tits swaying heavily as she moved. She tried to straddle me facing forward, pussy hovering over my cock.

I slapped her left tit hard—the sound cracked through the room, flesh jiggling, a fresh red handprint blooming on her skin.

"Don't face me, fucking whore," I growled. "I don't wanna see your disgusting face. Turn that fat ass toward me."

Carrie whimpered, nodding fast, and turned around. She backed up slowly, ass toward me, then lowered herself—pussy lips parting around my cock as she sank down inch by inch, taking me deep until her ass rested against my hips. She moaned low, body trembling, ass cheeks spreading wide against my pelvis.

I groaned, the heat and tightness overwhelming. I wrapped my arms around her waist, hands splaying across her soft stomach, pulling her back tight against my chest. She started jumping—slow at first, then faster, ass slapping against me, pussy sliding up and down my shaft in wet, rhythmic strokes. From behind, her tits were visible even like this—heavy, sagging slightly with gravity, swaying and bouncing wildly beneath her with every drop. Her nipples were swollen, swinging forward then back, the motion hypnotic. Her back arched, spine curving, ass cheeks rippling with each impact, the black socks still on her calves making her look even more depraved.

"Fuck… look at those saggy tits bouncing," I rasped, one hand sliding up to grab one, squeezing hard. "You're such a filthy whore."

Carrie moaned louder, hips slamming down faster. "Yes—fuck—love it—love your cock inside me—"

I removed my hands from her waist and grabbed her stomach—pinching the soft flesh hard, fingers digging in. "You fat pig… look at this belly jiggling while you fuck yourself on me. Disgusting."

She cried out, body shaking harder, pussy clenching tight around me.

I pushed her forward suddenly—her hands hitting the floor in front of her, ass still impaled on my cock. She moaned louder, tits hanging low and swaying, ass high, pussy stretched around me. I slapped her ass—hard, the flesh rippling, turning pink immediately. Then again. Again. Again. Each slap made her ass bloom redder, handprints overlapping, skin hot and stinging. The view was perfect—her hole stretched wide around my cock, ass cheeks quivering with every impact, pussy dripping down my shaft, tits swinging forward like pendulums, nipples brushing the carpet.

"Fucking take it," I growled, slapping again. "Look at this fat ass jiggling… red and marked like the pig you are… you love being slapped while I fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes… fuck yes—slap me—mark me…" she moaned, pushing back harder.

The UI flickered in my vision.

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Orgasm Control

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Target: Carrie

Arousal: ■■■■■■■■■■ 99%

(Commands unlocked at 80%+ arousal)

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Available Commands

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[1] Deny Orgasm

[2] Ruin Orgasm

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I selected [1] Deny Orgasm.

Carrie moved frantically—hips bucking, ass slamming back, pussy clenching desperately, chasing the peak. But I grabbed her hips hard, held her down, pinning her in place so she couldn't move.

She moaned, gritting her teeth, body shaking violently. A few seconds passed—her orgasm faded, slipping away, leaving her trembling and frustrated, pussy fluttering uselessly around my cock.

I slapped her ass again—harder. "You don't get to cum until I say, you greedy fucking pig. Look at you—desperate, shaking, dripping like a bitch in heat… but you're too pathetic to even finish without my permission."

She sobbed, hips twitching helplessly. "Please… Evan… let me… I need it…"

"Not yet," I said, slapping again. "You're nothing but a worthless cum-dump… begging for release like a street bitch. Pathetic."

I kept slapping—left cheek, right cheek, alternating, her ass turning bright red, handprints overlapping, skin hot and stinging. She moaned with each hit, body shaking, pussy clenching tighter, tears streaming down her face.

I grabbed her ass with both hands—fingers digging into the soft, thick flesh—and yanked her down hard, cock sinking even deeper into her pussy. She gasped, body jolting, walls clenching tight around me as I bottomed out. Then I pushed her off roughly, hands shoving her hips forward. Carrie fell belly-first onto the carpet with a soft thud, tits flattening against the floor, ass still up slightly from the momentum.

I stood over her, breathing heavy, cock glistening and throbbing. I kicked her left tit lightly with my foot—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make it jiggle and her gasp.

"Crawl over to the bed," I said. "Put your hands on it, arch that ass up."

Carrie flipped over quickly, crawling on her hands and knees across the carpet. Her tits swayed beneath her, nipples brushing the rough fibers, ass swaying with each movement. She reached the bed, placed both hands on the mattress, and arched her back high—ass pushed out, legs spread, pussy and asshole on full display, still slick from earlier.

I walked to the mini fridge on the desk, opened it, and grabbed a cold bottle of beer. I tossed it in the air once, caught it smoothly, and walked back to the bed.

I put one foot on her lower back—pressing down just enough to keep her pinned, ass held high—and exhaled slow.

Carrie glanced back over her shoulder, eyes wide. "W-what are you…"

I spat into my palm, rubbed it over her asshole—slow circles, slicking the tight ring with spit. She tried to move forward, squirming, but I pressed my foot harder against her back, holding her in place.

"Stay still, pig," I said, voice low. "You wanted it rough. Now take it."

I grabbed the beer bottle tighter, pressed the cold neck against her asshole—rubbing it in slow circles, teasing the rim. It wouldn't fit at first—her hole resisting, clenching tight.

I spat more, letting it drip down, rubbing it in with my fingers, pushing against the ring until it started to give. Carrie whimpered, body tensing, ass cheeks quivering.

"Relax," I growled, pushing harder. "Open that hole for me, sow."

She moaned, low and broken, ass slowly yielding. The neck slipped in—cold glass stretching her, inch by inch. I didn't take it easy—pushed deeper, past the curve where the bottle widened, forcing her to take the thicker part. Her hole stretched wide around it, pink rim clinging to the glass, quivering as it tried to adjust.

"Fucking look at you," I sneered, twisting the bottle slightly. "A beer bottle in your ass—you have any idea how funny and desperate you look right now? Bent over, stuffed like a cheap toy, moaning like a bitch in heat."

She sobbed, hips twitching, ass clenching around the bottle. "Please… it's cold… it's too much…"

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