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Onika Maraj Smoky Mountains
December 22
"Fuck meee," I moaned, looking up at Beyoncé, my voice shaky as she held my legs open, her slow, deep strokes driving me crazy.
Every movement was slow, deliberate, and I couldn't handle how good it felt.
I reached down, grabbing her hips, trying to pull her closer, needing more of her. My head fell back against the pillow, my body arching up to meet her as she kept that slow rhythm.
It felt too good-every stroke, every touch. I was losing myself in her.
Beyoncé leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "You gotta be quiet, baby."
I bit my lip harder, trying to keep it together, but it was damn near impossible with the way she was stroking into me. My body was begging for more, and she knew exactly how to push me to the edge.
"You gonna be quiet for me, mama?" she asked, slamming into me again and holding it deep, making my legs shake.
"Fuck..." I gasped, my mouth open, barely able to hold back the sounds I wanted to let out.
She gripped my hips tighter, slamming into me again. Answer me," she demanded, her voice rough and full of control.
"Y-yes, fuck," I stammered, my body shaking under her, barely able to hold on, the words spilling out of me.
Every time she pushed into me, I lost a little more control.
I woke up this morning in the mood, and of course, she didn't tell me no. After the way she had me last night, I couldn't get enough-I wanted more.
The way she touched me, the way she took control, it was all I could think about.
"Pussy so damn wet," she chuckled, grabbing her dick and pulling out slowly, teasing me.
She slid it back in, just enough for me to feel the stretch, then pulled out again, repeating it a couple of times. Each time she took it out, I could feel myself getting more desperate.
And then, without warning, she rammed it back into me, hard. My body jolted, and I couldn't help but moan, "Beyoncé, okayyy," as my head fell back against the pillow, the pleasure hitting me all at once.
"You're taking this dick so good, baby," she growled, her eyes locked on mine as her fingers found my clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles.
I tried to pull back, the overwhelming pleasure making my body shake, but she chuckled, grabbing my hip firmly with her other hand, holding me in place.
"Uh-uh," she smirked, her voice low and commanding. "Show Daddy you can take it."
Her words sent a shiver through me, and I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. She kept thrusting into me, rubbing my clit harder, pushing me closer to the edge, making me completely lose control under her.
