"Don't you think it was disgusting that you ate all that food so quickly? Don't you feel pathetic?" At the sound of my voice, your hips slowed but your pussy only let me know that you loved what you heard.
"I'll admit, your stomach bulging like that only makes me want to fuck you harder, see how much you take" and with that, you were pleading for me inside you. I lay you back on the table and you made a mistake - your hand flew to your stomach. You cried out and instinctively closed your legs after I'd slapped your clit.
"No covering your stomach. It's far too late to be self-conscious when you're dripping and begging me to fuck you right after your meal." You looked up at me pouting and then gasped when you felt the length of my strap inside you. Your hands twitched as you tried not to cover your stomach, which I put my hands on and pushed down. Your gasps got more frantic as I proceeded to fuck you while holding you by your stomach against the table. Your shyness had completely melted away as you begged me to fuck you harder even when you felt like you were about to burst. Your cries only got more hoarse as you tried to suck in your stomach while also trying not to cum without permission.
I felt your body lifting beneath my hands as your back arched and you forgot all about your stomach as you pleaded with me to let you cum.
"I would let you cum, but don't you think you've had enough delicacies today, slut? You should've thought about this before you stuffed yourself." My will almost gave out when I saw the desperation in your eyes and felt your body shake violently. But being the obedient pet that you are, you only bit your bottom lip and took more of the long, fast strokes that I knew were torture for you. I could tell you regretted all the food you'd eaten because you so badly wanted to cum. But today was about seeing you squirm, and I wouldn't stop until I was satisfied or until the bulge in your stomach decided to disappear.
