Along with his c**k, he must have dragged a good chunk of my hair inside me, and that excited me a little.
"God damn, Chris! You f**k so good."
"You're my muse, Kitty Kat," he groaned in response.
Every thrust inside me hurt the top of my head and the bottom of my p***y, both the perfect amount of hurt to increase my pleasure.
"Am I a good f**k, Chris?" I gasped.
"Yes, Kat, yes, yes, yes..." he growled in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Don't wait for me. Fill me up," I begged.
Chris put one foot on the rim of the toilet without missing a beat, and then, with each thrust, he lifted me up to my toes.
My ecstasy only grew with the increased pain inside me.
"f**k me, Chris, f**k me so good," I wailed.
He reached around me and began flicking my c**t with a finger tip.
My body began to sha
