Yes, Queen.

I cant get enough of her.

I am tired and sore but I dont care.

I dont want to eat, I dont want to talk, I don’t want cuddles. I dont want to sleep. I just want to feel the throb of my cock growing, to feel it ache.

I want her to engulf me, her hands, her mouth, her pussy, the warmth of her arse, all of it.

Her tits rubbing on top of me, on my face, on my lips, on my chest, on my cock, on my balls. Her nipples fed in my mouth, frotted on my nipples, inserted into my arse.

I want to push into her further and further - Harder and harder, until I can feel my bones thumping into hers. Until it almost hurts.

I want to watch her eyes. Watch her face twist. I want her sweat to drop onto me, to feel her pussy juices running free, her warm piss running down her legs as she fucked me, not because I’m into that, because she won’t get off me!

I want to drop my load down her throat, on her face, on her back, in her pussy, on her pubes, in her arse, on her feet.

I want her to want me as much as I want her.

For a second I let my guard down.

‘Brat!’ I say out loud..

She gets on top of me. But not in the usual way. Holding my hands down she creeps up then sits firmly on my face, smothering me with her wet cunt. I’d never done it before. I can’t really believe she is doing this. I am being queened! Me the dom, now the sub. This is new and I like it.

I submit. I let her hands hold my head and pull it into her pussy. Deeper. I’ll never forget it. She is in charge. She holds my head firm with both her hands.

I pretend that I am trying to break free, but my body is fighting to breathe.

She doesnt relent. I am literally losing consciousness.

She moves her hips slightly, lifts and heaves, just enough to allow me to take a breath, then she pushes down again. Uses her fingers to spread her labia lips wider, and I’m deep in, licking and rimming her hole.

I fight back a little, but at the same time I manoeuvre so I can suck her clit. Harder and harder. it’s hot and engorged. I can taste its raw metalic scent. Hardly any room to wiggle my tongue. No air.

She starts to grind. A rhythm . She commands me. “Don’t you dare fucking move or I will leave”

I try to say “yes queen” but my mouth is muffled.. I stay still, my tongue still extended and flicking. It is starting to hurt. I watch from this position as her grinding becomes stronger and then - I hear a giggle. I see her start to smile…..