This would be so much better if I could actually talk to her, but in this crammed bus, that’s not an option. So I’ll have to be as filthy as I can through text.
Toxic:Pull your big tits out of your shirt and spread your cum on your nipple. pic
A moment later, a picture fills my screen of Samantha's gleaming nipples.
The fact that she complies has me so fucking horny, I moan.
“Don’t be gross, Tox!” Jacek shouts from the bunk above mine.
Like that asshole should talk.
Toxic:My cock is so fucking hard right now, Samantha. I can’t wait to come all over you.
Another picture comes through of her in a pair of wet, silver silk panties that are pulled tight. The fabric clings to her sex, outlining her clit.
By far, it is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and the sliver of pink visible on each side of her silk panties has my cock so hard, it could hammer nails into concrete.
Fuck, this girl is every damn flavor of depraved, and I am here for it.
I palm my cock, my eyes homing in on her little bud and all the promises of pleasure it brings.
Samantha:well???
Shit.
My mind is scrambled. I can’t think of what to say. All that exists is her perfect pink pussy and how badly I ache for it.
Toxic:I’m just trying to decide what to fuck first, baby girl. Your perfect pussy, your plump tits, your pouty mouth, or your fat ass.
Samantha:Fat ass???
I’m so damn horny, I can’t even think straight, making my texts downright reckless.
But I can’t stop. I’m like a bull seeing red.
I take no prisoners.
Toxic:It’s the best possible ass on the best possible woman. And you’re going to give it to me. I’m your droid daddy. I own you. Your body is mine. Try to deny me. See what happens.
That text was a mistake.
Clearly.
Yet I can’t fucking stop.
Toxic:Wear those heels again. The ones you had no business wearing when you’re carrying little droid. Instead of sitting, you’ll be bent over that chair with my face buried in your pussy and ass. I won’t stop until you scream my name, and even then, I’ll just find a new way to torture you.
Samantha Weston isn’t a woman who craves subjection. One day, far from now, I’ll look back on that text and know that this is where it all went wrong.
Samantha:promise?
Or not.
Toxic:I swear to God, I’ve made it my mission to own you.
Samantha:show me your cock
I oblige, edging myself closer and closer to release as I think of her pumping her fingers into her needy cunt.
