Kara's head is spinning as Tom forces his fingers in her mouth, the fingers that he had just pulled out of her pussy. The scent, and the taste are intoxicating and she begins to lick and clean his fingers, moaning with enjoyment. His demeaning words are like slaps across her face and like when he smacks her ass, she feels herself get a little wetter upon each utterance. Kara is like a rag doll in Tom's hands, as he pulls her to him, then pushes his cock into her from behind, grasping her hair and pulling her back.
Tom's passionate kiss takes her over the edge and she begins to get into his rhythm pushing back as he pushes forward, pulling back as he pulls back. Kara realizes that she wants to be Tom's slut, his whore. As he uses her, Kara feels her juices run down the inside of her thighs. Her hand moves down to her clit and rubs it and Tom chuckles in her ear. She is embarrassed that he knows that she has become the wanton he predicted she would become, but she doesn't care as it feels so good. She feels it build, higher and higher, she is going to explode. Kara screams and her body jerks uncontrollably as she cums just as Tom is demanding; "Tell me what you are Kara, tell me what a naughty little bitch you are." She lifts her head and looks back at him, her eyes glazed over, "Sir I am your naughty little bitch." Kara slumps and goes limp in Tom's arms, as she soars higher and higher and then crashes, slumping in a faint.
Tom's passionate kiss takes her over the edge and she begins to get into his rhythm pushing back as he pushes forward, pulling back as he pulls back. Kara realizes that she wants to be Tom's slut, his whore. As he uses her, Kara feels her juices run down the inside of her thighs. Her hand moves down to her clit and rubs it and Tom chuckles in her ear. She is embarrassed that he knows that she has become the wanton he predicted she would become, but she doesn't care as it feels so good. She feels it build, higher and higher, she is going to explode. Kara screams and her body jerks uncontrollably as she cums just as Tom is demanding; "Tell me what you are Kara, tell me what a naughty little bitch you are." She lifts her head and looks back at him, her eyes glazed over, "Sir I am your naughty little bitch." Kara slumps and goes limp in Tom's arms, as she soars higher and higher and then crashes, slumping in a faint.