The Predator

The fear on my little bird’s face could only make my blood roar with excitement.

It had been a while since I felt this way.

If it were someone else, I’d be ninety-nine per cent sure I would’ve thrown her out of the window for there was very little patience I could spend. Such was the state of my cock that had, once again, crossed the impulse control red line. Her tear-stained red face was more exciting than any woman I have ever fucked.

And the reason was nothing more than making her cum on my fingers unwillingly.

I stripped her of control she never had to begin...