The darkness swirls around. You do not know what will happen. The cold air tingles your flesh as the expectation of what might happen grows. You have finally allowed your hidden fantasy of being forced and punished to surface. You hope it was not a mistake.
I strip you bare and let my gaze linger on your breasts. They are perfection defined. I look forward to punishing them and you for your beauty. Your long hair will provide a great attraction and tool.
You feel my forceful hands grab at your breasts. Your nipples stand out at attention with the unwilling desire you feel blossoming in your body as I tug at your nipples and pussy lips. Your naked body glimmers in the pale moonlight streaming in from the window. You know not my name only that my hardness has pressed into your back on multiple occasions.
Your whimpers get louder as my pinching turns harsh. You can feel your nipples ache for release. I lower my mouth to one and gently suck on it. Your swollen mammaries leak a tiny bit of milk in the relaxation my mouth gives. Your tits are swollen with milk because you have just given birth a few months ago. Your body craves another child and your breasts desire relief from the weight of your life sustaining fluid. I drink from you, taking your essence with me. The tingling grows so greatly though out your body. You whisper your desire. I pull away from your breasts and I slap you hard. Twice. I tell you that your place here is for my pleasure and cum not for talking.