"Covering my mouth like that… like you're scared I'll make you fart for real next time? Or scared I'll make you admit how much you love me, knowing your nasty asshole is right there, ready to let out another one while I breed you deep and fill you up until you're overflowing and leaking on the floor?"
Her hand stayed clamped tight over my mouth, her eyes wide and glassy in the mirror, cheeks still flushed dark red as she tried to glare and moan at the same time—her body trembling, pussy still twitching and dripping my cum onto the growing puddle below.
"F-Fuck… Dexter… you're such a bastard…" she whimpered, the words slipping out all shaky and broken around her palm, her voice cracking with that mix of rage and raw need that only made her look even more like the pathetic, bratty, cum-stuffed whore she is for me.
