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“Do you want to make me proud?” Angela purrs in her wife’s ear, voice dripping honeyed words that made Fareeha throb desperately, pre beading from the head of her cock and dropping to the sheets below.
“Fuck, please Angela,” she says through laboured breaths, trying desperately to control her lust, “need you inside.
Angela’s lips form into a smug smile, the power she had over someone taller than her, stronger than her, fitter than her yet her wife was always so eager to submit to her.
“You can beg better than that…” Angela purrs, fishing for more as she strokes Fareeha’s muscular back, leaning over her, pressing herself against her, she’s flushed and sweaty and she curls an arm under her, squeezing her abdomen and rutting the strap against her arse.
“I need you to fuck me, I need you to take me, to claim me, to ruin me, I need your cock inside me, fucking me until I come for you, please my love, please, please,”
“Mmmmmm,” Angela purrs, “do you feel my nice, thick cock?” She asks, probing Fareeha’s right hole with the head, “do you think it’s all going to fit inside you?” She smirks as Fareeha moans wantonly,
“Make it fit, I can take it,” she breathes, her cheeks, neck and chest all glowing red, her mouth hanging over as she pants, her hips rolling back to try and fuck herself on the dildo.
“Fuck you’re hot like this,” Angela feels her own arousal trickle down her thighs as she playfully swats her rear, Fareeha looks absolutely wrecked and all she’s done to get her there is strip her down, take her soft cock into her mouth until it grew hard and put her on all fours as she stripped and donned the strap.
Fareeha lets out a long whine as a cool, lubricated finger enters her. She clenches around it, it doesn’t matter how many times Angela fucks her like this she always makes sure she’s thoroughly prepared. Her finger knows her way around Fareeha’s hole, loosening her until she can fit two fingers in and then three.
“Ready for my cock baby?” She huffs, pulling her fingers free of tight heat with a pop,
“Please,” Fareeha whimpers and Angela presents her fingers to be sucked clean. She moans around her fingers as Angela pushes inside her, impaling her inch by glorious inch on the thick toy, filling her so much more than her fingers had as she realises this dildo is the biggest Angela has fucked her with to date.
“How do you want me?” Angela purrs and Fareeha’s head sags as she inhales deeply,
“Rough, fuck me like a whore,” she gasps and as soon as her request has left her lips a first curls in dark hair and her head is yanked back, the column of her throat exposed to bruising lips,
“In that case you know what to call me,” Angela growls, Fareeha’s cock throbbing from the pain and pleasure of being so full and the burning in her scalp,
“Mother, fuck me, please!”
Humiliation spreads through her like an aphrodisiac, her cock leaking, her hips rocking back as Angela continues to ease into her, the stretch bordering on too much in the best possible way, sparks of pleasure shooting through her as she feels Angela’s hips press against her rear,
“Such a good girl for your mother, aren’t you?” Angela nibbles at an ear lobe and Fareeha nods, “and good girls deserve to be fucked,” she purrs, pulls back and thrusts.
Fareeha’s desperate cry cracks in her throat, her rear pulses in pain around the toy which was too big but after two or three rolls of Angela’s hips it gives way to white hot pleasure which rushes up her spine and engulfs her.
Angela’s free hand curls around her hip, keeping her upright as she fucks her, the other hand still in her hair, her lips still marking her neck and whispering things so lewd her cock contstantly leaks pre.
“Do you like this baby?” Angela asks,
“Yes, mother, yes, fuck your baby girl, it hurts so good mummy, hurts the best, gonna, gonna come for you soon.”
She knows how pathetic she sounds but fuck if it doesn’t turn her on, issues long ingrained in her psyche thanks to being abandoned by her mother coming to the forefront as her wife fucks her, providing her with a unique form of therapy that worked wonders.
“You’re pretty when you’re hurting,” Angela grins and pushes her down onto the bed, her strong arms crumbling as she’s pressed into the pillow, her hips still upright as those lips press between her shoulder blades.
The new angle makes pain and pleasure ripple within her, fighting to override each other as it makes Angela feel even bigger inside her, somehow managing to sink deeper inside, pushing further into Fareeha than either of them had known was possible, so deep that the strap is constantly pressing against her prostate, the thrusts no longer providing any relief.
“Angela,” she gasps, “I’m going to… please,” she yelps as a firm hand spanks her,
“You forget your manners my worthless slut of a daughter,” Angela growls, pressing her face further into the pillows as her hips rock back against the strap, her body demanding more,
“Mother, mother fuck me, make me come on your cock, please!”
“Of course baby, you’re doing so well for me,” she kisses her cheek and releases Fareeha’s hair, reaching under her and stroking down her body, stopping at her chest to feel before she’s finally got her cock in her hand, stroking it in time with her thrusts.
Fareeha moans and whimpers with every movement, losing control as she’s fucked and milked by her faux mother. The ability to speak leaves her as all she can do is lay there and get fucked.
She lets out an almighty moan as her body goes taunt, come shoots from her cock, painting her own abdomen and breasts as Angela aims it against her, every hot blast adding to her arousal as she’s fucked through it, whiting out under the intense, constant pleasure.
When she comes to Angela is laying atop her back, fingers tracing mindless patterns into her muscular back, “Fuck,” she groans, “Angela…”
“I’m here, I’ve got you,” she’s so soft, so tender, kissing her cheek and smiling, “gotta pull out of you though, just, it might…”
She starts to move and Fareeha whimpers, so stretched and sore it feels as though she’s being fucked over again. As soon as she out past her prostate she feels come dribbling from her semi limp cock, moaning until Angela has fully pulled out.
“I needed that,” she groans as Angela removes the toy and curls back against her, holding her from behind, “thanks,” she mumbles and Angela smiles,
“You’re welcome,” she kisses her temple, “I’m always happy to give you anything you need, anything you want,”
“Just want to rest, just need to know you’re here, hold me,” Fareeha sighs and Angela reaches under her shoulder and rolls her onto her back with a soft grunt,
“I’ve got you,” she buries herself in Fareeha’s neck, laying atop her, lips moving against her throat as she relaxes, listening to Fareeha drifting off before joining her in sleep.