Chapter 10: Finale
John stood in the dimly-lit den, his heart pounding in his chest like a drummer's kit. The air was thick with the scent of expensive leather and the faintest hint of something sweet, like a lingering memory of too many cigars smoked in the room. The walls were adorned with a mosaic of video monitors, each displaying a different vantage point of the main room where the guests mingled, their costumes and masks unable to hide their true selves from the prying eyes that watched from the shadows.
John knew better than to believe that they were alone in this room. The Host was always watching, always seeing, always knowing.
He grabbed Lisa's hips and forced her down onto the leather sofa, her ass cheeks bouncing slightly as she complied. He could see the anticipation on her face, the desire in her eyes as she looked up at him, her lips parted and waiting.
"You want this, don't you, Lisa?" John growled, his voice thick with lust and need.
"You want this cock, baby? You want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?"
Lisa nodded, her breath ragged as she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me hard, just like you did with that dildo. I want to feel you inside of me, stretching me, filling me up."
John didn't need any more encouragement. He quickly removed his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Lisa's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
John was rock hard, his cock standing tall and proud, ready for action. He was perfect, every inch of him, from the muscular chest to the chiseled abs, right down to the thick, veiny cock that was now pointing directly at her.
"Fuck, John," Lisa breathed, her voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking big."
John smirked, his gaze locked onto his wife's dripping cunt. He could smell her arousal from where he stood, the scent of her desire filling the room like a sweet perfume. He couldn't wait to taste her, to feel her tight, wet heat surrounding his cock.
He moved closer, his cock bobbing with each step, precum glistening at the tip. Lisa reached out, her small hand wrapping around his thick length, her fingers struggling to close around him. She stroked him, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, spreading the precum around.
"Fuck, Lisa," John groaned, his hips thrusting into her touch. "Your little hand feels so fucking good. But I want more. I want your cunt squeezing my cock."
Lisa bit her lip, her eyes filled with desire as she looked up at him. "I want that too, John. I want you to fuck me.
I want you to feel me all around your cock."
John needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at the entrance to Lisa's slick, wet cunt, his cock poised and ready.
"Is this what you wanted, Lisa?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Is this the cock you were craving?"
Lisa nodded, her breath hitching as she felt the head of John's cock probe at her entrance. He was so big, so much bigger than any other cock she had ever felt inside of her.
"Yes," she whimpered. "I want you to fuck me, John.
I want you to stretch me with this cock. I want to feel every inch of you inside me." Lisa's voice was barely a whisper, but the desire in her eyes was unmistakable. But as soon as he puts in, his dick can no longer stand. He has been drugged. The host enters the room.
He's a tall, imposing figure, his face obscured by a mask, but there's no mistaking the cruel smile that plays on his lips. He's holding a syringe in his hand, the tip dripping with a clear liquid.
"You shouldn't have played with things you don't understand, John," he says, his voice a low growl. "But then again, I always did enjoy a good game of cat and mouse."
John tries to struggle, but his body is already feeling heavy, his limbs sluggish. He can feel the effects of the drug taking hold, but he can't fight it.
He can only watch as The Host approaches Lisa, who is still on all fours, her ass in the air, her pussy dripping wet and ready.
The Host turns to John, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You're not going to enjoy this, are you, John? But your little slut wife here, she's going to love every second of it."
He turns back to Lisa, running a hand over her ass, her skin pale against his dark glove. She tries to move away, but he grips her hip tightly, holding her in place. Lisa is trying her best to resist the urge, but she needed a penetration , something or anythings. She moans, in response, her pussy clenching with anticipation. John, still trying to fight the drug, manages to say through gritted teeth, "Don't you fucking touch her, you sick fuck!"
The Host chuckles, a low, menacing sound that sends a shiver down Lisa's spine. "Oh, John, always the hero, aren't you? Always the protector. But you can't protect her from this. You can't protect her from me." He turns to Lisa, pulling her towards him, his grip on her hip tightening.
"Don't worry, John. I'll make sure she enjoys it," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. Lisa struggles, trying to break free from his grip, but he holds her firmly in place.
"Please, don't do this," Lisa pleads, her voice shaking with fear and panic.
The host ignores her plea, instead, he runs his free hand down her back, his touch even more threatening than his words.
"You have such a beautiful body, Lisa.
I bet it feels so good to be fucked, doesn't it?" The Host murmured, his voice thick with desire as he ran his gloved hand over her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks.
Lisa shuddered at his touch, her body betraying her as she felt a pulsing between her legs. She tried to clench her muscles, to close herself off from the sensation, but it was no use. Her body was responding to his touch, her pussy dripping with arousal.
"Please, don't do this," she begged, her voice a ragged whisper.
"Please, John needs me. I need him. We need each other. Don't do this, please."
The Host ignored her plea, instead, he ran his free hand down her back, his touch even more threatening than his words.
"You have such a beautiful body, Lisa. I bet it feels so good to be fucked, doesn't it?"
"Please, don't do this," she begged, her voice a ragged whisper, but even she could hear the lack of conviction in her plea. The Host chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down her spine.
"Please, Lisa?" he mocked. "Come on now, we both know that's not what you really want."
He ran his gloved hand down her spine, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Lisa shuddered, her body responding despite her mind's protests. She could feel the heat between her legs, the desperate ache for release.
"You have such a beautiful body, Lisa," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I've been watching you all night. I've seen you tease those men, make them beg for a taste of you.
And now, I'm going to give you what you've been craving all night."
The Host's words sent a jolt of dread and anticipation through Lisa's body. She knew she should be fighting, screaming, doing anything to stop what was about to happen. But her body had other ideas. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache intensifying with each passing second.
The Host ran his hand over her ass, his gloved fingers trailing down to her pussy. He groaned as he felt how wet she was, his fingers slipping through her folds with ease.
"Fuck, you're so wet, Lisa. I have to thabk John here for making you ready for me.
It seems like you and your husband have been having some fun tonight. Maybe I'll invite him to watch while I fuck you," the Host hissed, his hand finding its way to Lisa's pussy, his fingers slipping easily into her wetness.
Lisa couldn't help but moan at the contact, her body betraying her as it always did. She tried to squirm away from his touch, but his grip on her hips was unyielding. For a moment, she felt a spark of hope as John's struggles increased, but it was quickly extinguished when she saw how futile they were.
He was trapped, his body too heavy to move, his limbs too sluggish to fight. She could see the terror in his eyes, the fear and helplessness that mirrored her own feelings.
The Host chuckled again, a sound that sent shivers of disgust and desire down her spine. He ran his fingers through her wetness, coating them in her arousal before pushing them into her pussy with a brutal force. Lisa gasped at the intrusion, her body tensing as she tried to pull away. But the Host was strong, his grip unyielding.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his voice thick with lust.
"I bet your husband loves this tight little cunt, doesn't he?"
Lisa whimpered, her body trembling as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, the sudden intrusion stretching her tender walls. She could feel the pressure building inside of her, her muscles clenching around his digits as he fucked her with his hand.
"Answer me, Lisa," he growled, his voice stern and demanding. "I bet your husband loves this tight little cunt, doesn't he?"
Lisa nodded, her breath hitched as she felt the intensity of his fingers inside of her.
She couldn't help but moan as he thrust them in and out of her, the sensation too much to bear.
"Yes," she finally gasped out. "Yes, John loves my tight cunt. He loves fucking me with his big cock."
The Host growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he thrust his fingers deeper into her. She could feel every inch of him, the rough pads of his fingers sliding against her sensitive walls.
"That's a good little slut," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "You like being fucked, don't you?
You like the feeling of a hard cock inside you, stretching you, filling you up?" The Host growled, his fingers still pounding into Lisa's cunt.
She couldn't answer, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he relentlessly fucked her with his hand. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.
"Answer me, you little slut," The Host demanded, his voice harsh.
"Y-yes," Lisa managed to gasp out, her body trembling with need. "I love being fucked.
I love feeling your fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me up," Lisa gasped out, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the pleasurable sensation threatened to overwhelm her. The Host chuckled, low and dark, the sound sending shivers down Lisa's spine.
"Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now let's see how that tight little cunt of yours can take my cock."
Without warning, The Host withdrew his fingers from Lisa's pussy, leaving her with a sense of emptiness and longing. She heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down, and she knew what was coming next.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew would be an intense and painful experience. She braced herself as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was tight, and he was big, and she knew that this would hurt.
But as much as she tried to prepare herself, she was unprepared for the sheer size of him. He was like a battering ram, forcing his way into her, stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched before. She cried out in pain, her back arching as she felt him ripping her apart.
"Fuck, you're tight, Lisa," The Host growled, his voice thick with lust.
"I can't wait to feel your cunt squeezing my cock."
He thrust forward, hiscock forcing its way deeper into her, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing around the room. Lisa cried out, her nails digging into the leather of the sofa, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.
"Fuck, that hurts," she gasped, tears stinging her eyes as he continued to force his way into her.
The Host chuckled, a low and dark sound that sent shivers down Lisa's spine. "Good," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I like it when they cry.
It makes it so much more enjoyable for me," The Host murmured, his voice a low growl as he continued to push his way into Lisa's tight, wet cunt.
Lisa could feel every inch of him, the length and girth of his cock filling her up completely as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. She could feel the burn, the intense stretch as he forced his way into her, her body fighting against the intrusion.
But despite the pain, despite the burning sensation that threatened to consume her, Lisa could feel something else building inside of her. A heat, a pleasure that was mingling with the pain, a thrill that was coursing through her veins.
The more he forced his way into her, the more she felt herself stretched and filled, and the more she realized that she was craving more. It was like a spark, a fire that was igniting in her loins, and it was consuming her from the inside out.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Lisa," The Host groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to feel you come all over my cock.
I want to see your face as I make you cum, you fucking little slut." The Host's words were like a match to a bonfire, igniting a wildfire of lust within Lisa. She could feel the pleasure building within her as the pain began to subside, replaced by a throbbing need for more.
The Host began to move, his hips thrusting forward with powerful strokes, his cock sliding in and out of Lisa's pussy with a wet, slapping sound. Lisa moaned, the sound muffled by The Host's gloved hand that was now covering her mouth. Lisa is losing the conviction to struggle. Her body has given in to the pleasure of The Host's massive cock filling her up completely. The more he thrusts into her, the more intense the sensation becomes.
The Host's cock was like a piston, driving in and out of her with a relentless force. Lisa could feel every inch of him, could feel the ridges and the veins that lined his shaft. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out a series of muffled moans and whimpers as he fucked her.
The Host's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
Lisa could do nothing but take it, her body pinned beneath his powerful frame. Each thrust brought a new wave of sensation, a new level of pleasure that left her gasping for air.
The slapping sound of their flesh meeting filled the room, the smell of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air. Lisa's body was on fire, her pussy clenching around The Host's massive cock, her clit throbbing with each stroke. She could feel the orgasm building, the pressure mounting, her body tensing as she approached the edge.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," The Host groaned, his voice ragged with lust. "I can feel every inch of your cunt squeezing my cock. You're taking it like a fucking champ, aren't you, Lisa?"
Lisa could only moan in response, her body writhing beneath him as he relentlessly pounded into her. The pain had long since subsided, replaced by a raw, primal pleasure that was consuming her entirely. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.
The Host must have sensed her impending climax, because he suddenly shifted his angle, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside of her. She could feel it getting closer and closer, and that’s when he stopped. Then he goes for it again, teaisng her to the edge then cumming in her mouth and repeating.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Lisa cried out, her voice muffled by The Host's cock filling her mouth. The Host groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking her face with reckless abandon.
"Take it, bitch. Take every fucking inch of my cock."
He gripped her hair tighter, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Lisa gagged, her tears streaming down her face as she tried to catch her breath. But The Host showed no mercy, his cock still thrusting in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin.
"Fuck, your mouth is so fucking tight," he groaned.
"I love the way you gag on my cock. It's so fucking hot."
Lisa was choking, tears streaming down her face, her mascara running. But despite the discomfort, she felt a thrill of power, knowing that she was in control of his pleasure. She reached up and grabbed his balls, squeezing them gently as she took him deeper into her throat.
The Host groaned, his hips bucking against her face. "Fuck yes, that's it. Suck my fucking cock, you little slut."
Lisa moaned, the vibration of her voice sending waves of pleasure through The Host. She has been teased several times already to be desperate for a release . She felt the wetness between her thighs increasing. Her pussy leaked with desire as she realised she was getting what she always hoped for. Lisa tried to take him deeper, to please him, to make him cum in her throat. She knew that the only way to get out of this situation was to please him, to make him cum and then she would be free. At least, that she hoped.
The Host groaned, feeling Lisa's tongue swirl around the head of his cock, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him deeper. He looked down at her, her mascara running down her cheeks, her hair disheveled, and her lips stretched around his cock.
She looked like a goddamn whore, and it was the hottest fucking thing he'd ever seen.
"You want it, don't you, bitch?" he growled, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pushing deeper into her throat. "You want to feel my cum down that pretty little throat of yours."
Lisa nodded, her eyes watering as she tried to take him deeper. She wanted it, wanted to feel him cum, wanted to taste him. She needed it.
The Host groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking her face with brutal force. "That's it, you little slut. Take my cock like a good girl.
Show me how much you want it."
Lisa moaned again, the sound vibrating through The Host's cock, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. He looked down at her, watching as she took him deeper and deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him in. He could feel her tongue swirling around the base of his cock, her hands gripping his thighs tightly.
He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her throat. "Fuck, yes, that's it. That's my good little slut. You’re mine now . You’re going to take every fucking inch of my cock, aren’t you?” The Host grunted, his grip on Lisa’s hair tightening as his cock slammed into her throat with ferocious intensity.
Lisa’s eyes watered profusely, mascara running down her cheeks in dark rivers. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but take the relentless pounding of his cock into her throat. Her gag reflex was on overdrive, her throat convulsing around his shaft, but The Host didn’t give a shit.
“Say your husband you’re going to be my personal whore from now on or I won’t fuck you anymore.” The Host demanded.
Lisa knew that she had to say yes if she wanted to live. She wanted to survive, she needed to survive. She had to say yes to this monster, to this pervert who was using her body as his personal plaything.
“Y-yes,” she stammered, tears streaming down her face. “I’ll be your personal whore. Please, just let us go.”
The Host chuckled darkly, his grip on Lisa’s hair tightening as he forced her head back even further.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now say it to your husband’s face how good I am at fucking you.”
He pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stepped back and let her look at John, who was still struggling to move, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness.
Lisa swallowed hard, her throat dry and sore. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but she knew it was the only way to save them.
“John,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “The Host... he’s fucking incredible. His cock is so big, so thick. It fills me up completely.
I’ve never felt so full in my life. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good too. Please, don’t stop. I need it. I need more.”
The Host groaned, his cock twitching in anticipation. “You want more, bitch? You want to be my little fucktoy? Say it.”
Lisa nodded, her eyes filled with tears and desire. “Yes. I want more. I want to be your fucktoy. Please, give it to me. Give me your cock.”
The Host smiled cruelly, his cock throbbing with need. “That’s my good little whore.
Now, come here and show your husband how well you suck cock.” The Host growled, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed Lisa’s hair and pulled her towards John, forcing her down onto her knees in front of him. John’s eyes were filled with a mix of fear and desire as he looked down at his wife, her lips swollen and red from sucking The Host’s cock.
“No, John, please don’t make me do this,” Lisa begged, her voice shaking with tears. But she knew there was no use in fighting. She had already made her choice, and now she had to live with the consequences.
She crawled towards John on her hands and knees, her body shaking with sobs. John watched, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, his eyes wide with disbelief and pain.
"John, I... I'm sorry," Lisa whispered, her voice choked with tears.
"I have to do this," she pleaded, looking up at him with wet, pleading eyes. "Please, just look away. I can't... I can't bear to see your face while I do this."
John's eyes were wild, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself up.
He wanted to look away, to close his eyes and block out the sight of his wife on her knees in front of another man. But he couldn't. He was rooted to the spot, his gaze locked onto Lisa as she crawled towards him, her body shaking with sobs.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered again, her hands reaching out to touch him. "I'm so sorry, John. I have to do this. Please, just close your eyes."
John shook his head, his jaw clenched tight. "No," he rasped. "I'm not going to close my fucking eyes, Lisa. I'm going to watch you.
I'm going to watch you take his fucking cock like the little whore you are." John's voice was low and gravelly, laced with a mix of pain and lust. He couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, but he knew he needed to see this. He needed to watch Lisa, needed to see her take The Host's cock and find some twisted pleasure in it.
Lisa looked up at John, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, tears, and a spark of something else - something dark and twisted. She nodded, her lips parting as she moved closer to John, her hand reaching out to touch his cock through his pants.
this little romance is broken by a cock behind railed into lisa. And she lost all her thoughts to submit to the pleasure.
Lisa reached out, her small hand wrapping around John's thick length, her fingers struggling to close around him. John groaned, his hips thrusting into her touch. Lisa's eyes were locked onto his, watching the mix of pain and lust swirling in their depths. She could hardly believe what she was about to do, but she knew that she had to. She had to please The Host, had to make him cum and then she can also get the release.
She has been teased several times already to be desperate for a release. She feels the leaking between her legs increasing. She knows that she needs it. Needs to feel that cock inside her pussy, needs it to claim her and pump her full of cum. She needs to feel every inch of him inside her.
Lisa's hand tightened around John's length, stroking him through his pants. She could feel him growing harder, his cock straining against the fabric. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, desire, and submission.
"I want it, John," she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. "I want his cock.
I want to feel him fuck me, John. I want to feel his thickness stretch me, his length fill me up completely." Lisa’s voice was a desperate plea, a raw and filthy whisper that sent a jolt of dark lust through John. He knew he shouldn't be turned on by her words, but he couldn't deny the throbbing in his pants or the way his heart was racing. He wanted to hate himself for it, but the truth was, he was helplessly aroused.
The Host chuckled, a low, menacing sound that echoed through the dimly lit room. "That's what I like to hear, Lisa.
A good, dirty little slut who knows what she wants. And I'm going to give it to you, too. Both of you," The Host growled, his hand tightening in Lisa's hair as he forced her head down, making her look at John's thick cock, now fully hard and straining against his pants.
Lisa licked her lips, her pussy clenching in anticipation as The Host guided her head down to John's cock. She could see the large bulge in his pants, could feel the heat of his arousal through the fabric. She wanted it, wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him in her mouth.
But tonight she is the host’s whore, not John’s. She has to obey the host. The host pushes her head down to John’s cock. Lisa hesitates for a second, her fingers digging into the leather of the sofa, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. She looks up at John, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, desire, and submission.
“Lisa,” John says, his voice barely a whisper. “You don’t have to do this. Please, don’t make me watch you.”
Lisa shakes her head, her eyes filling with tears. “I have to, John.
Please, just let me,” Lisa whimpered, her voice a raw, desperate whisper. She leaned forward, her breath ragged as she pressed her lips against the bulge in John’s pants. She could feel the heat of his cock through the fabric, could smell the musky scent of his arousal.
She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to understand, to forgive her. But she saw only pain and helplessness in his gaze. She turned her attention back to his cock, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his fly. She unzipped him, her hand reaching inside to grasp his thick, hard length.
She pulled it out, a gasp escaping her lips as she took in the sight of him. He was even bigger than The Host, his cock a thick, veiny beast that seemed to throb with a life of its own.
"Fuck, Lisa," John groaned, his hips thrusting forward as she wrapped her hand around him. "Your hand feels so fucking good."
Lisa felt a thrill of power, knowing that she was in control of his pleasure. She stroked him, her thumb rubbing over the head, spreading the precum that was already leaking from him.
She could feel him growing harder, his cock pulsing in her hand. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. "I want this, John. I want to taste you."
She leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to lick the head of his cock. John groaned, his hips bucking as she took him into her mouth. She could feel him, the thickness of him, the way he filled her mouth completely. She moaned, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him.
"Fuck, Lisa," he growled. "Your mouth is so fucking hot. Suck it, baby.
Deepthroat my fucking cock," The Host demanded, his voice a dark growl as he held Lisa's head in place.
Lisa moaned around John's cock, the sound muffled and wet. She felt a rush of heat as The Host's fingers found their way between her legs, spreading her pussy lips apart and exposing her moist, swollen flesh. She adjusted her position on her knees, trying to accommodate both men as The Host's fingers began to play with her clit.
"That's it, Lisa," The Host purred, his voice thick with lust. "Take my cock in your tight little mouth while I finger-fuck your cunt.
john came so fast. Yet the host is still going strong. his breath is loud and ragged, his fingers digging into her hips as he slams into her over and over again. Lisa can feel the burn, the stretch, the intense pleasure that borders on pain. The Host's cock is massive, filling her completely, stretching her wider than she's ever been stretched before.
"Fuck, your cunt is so fucking tight," The Host grunts, his eyes locked onto Lisa's as he continues to pound into her. "I love the way you squeeze my cock, you filthy little whore."
Lisa can only moan in response, her body writhing beneath him as he relentlessly fucks her. And how different it is to john 's, how much more brutal, how much more raw. The Host's cock is like a fucking battering ram, tearing into her, stretching her open wider than she ever thought possible.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" The Host growls, his hands tightening on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You like feeling my big cock stretch your tight little cunt, don't you?"
Lisa can't answer, can't form words past the moans and gasps and whimpers that escape her lips.
The Host doesn't need an answer anyway, he knows she loves it, loves feeling his enormous cock tearing into her, loves the brutal way he fucks her.
He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear as he growls, "Tell me you love it, you little whore."
"I... I love it," Lisa manages to gasp out, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure and pain. She's so full, so stretched, she can feel every inch of him, can feel the ridges and the veins that line his shaft.
Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her, making her vision blur and her brain turn to mush.
The Host speeds up his thrusts, his hips slamming into Lisa with brutal force. She can feel his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust, the sensation sending waves of pain through her. But she loves it, loves the way he fucks her like she's a cheap little whore.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," The Host groans, his voice thick with lust. "I can feel every inch of your cunt squeezing my cock.
You're so fucking tight, Lisa.
You're milking me like a little fucking champion," The Host grunted, his voice thick with lust. She could feel the pressure building, the waves of pleasure and pain crashing over her. She was so close, so fucking close.
"Cum for me, you little whore," The Host commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. "I want to feel your cunt clench around my cock as you come.
I want to feel you milk me dry, you little fucktoy," The Host snarled, his hips pistoning against hers in a brutal, punishing rhythm. Lisa could do nothing but take it, her body on fire with a mix of pain and pleasure, her mind a haze of desperation and need.
The Host leaned down, his lips capturing one of Lisa's nipples in a harsh, biting kiss. She cried out, the sound muffled by John's cock still in her mouth. The Host's teeth grazed over her sensitive flesh, causing her to buck against him, her pussy clenching around his thick cock.