EXTRACT FOR
Eastern Lust
(Anna Austin)

He was treating me like a whore, and I was loath to admit how much I loved it. I squirmed helplessly beneath him as he rammed his dick into me again and again, that salty flesh rubbing incessantly against my tongue and throat. He moaned when I choked, enjoying the convulsions of my throat and the tears streaming down my cheeks.



His thrusts grew erratic, and I braced myself. He shot thick ropes of his cum down my throat, barely even giving me a chance to taste it. As he rode out his orgasm, I shook beneath him, blinking the tears out of my eyes and breathing heavily through my nose.



When he finally pulled out, my chest was heaving and I was gasping for air. He looked deeply satisfied, and something about that smile filled me with pride. I had done a good job.



He leaned down to kiss my forehead, and I almost grinned, in spite of the tense situation. My thighs were shaking with want, and my entire body was tight like a coil, desperate for release. I was praying to any god that was listening - please, please, don't let that be the end of it. Let him fuck me.



"Emily, that was amazing-" He sighed, shifting back until he was between my legs, on the other end of the bed. "I think it's only fair to reward you, especially after a performance like that." The mocking tone in his voice made me irritated, but knowing that I was going to be receiving my due reward was enough to put my body at ease.