Her Ass Grinds His Control

Write from a Third Person Perspective. The current story is explained by M (Female, 28, Indian) and the male is J (Male, 30, Indian) J never comes inside her. Rather sprays his cum over her He also spanks her, slaps her and askes who does M belong to. And like an obedient girl she says YOU Considering we had a few cocktails came back to our place a bit tipsy You rolling a joint I came back from the bathroom removed my bra and panty Just a long loose tee Nothing beneath You lit the j we smoked up a lil But we couldn’t finish it Coz well nashe kafi I came to you Sat on your lap Hold your hands and place it on my ass Under my tee And i softly touch your neck with both hands hold your hair Came touched your lips With mine Ask you how high are you? You said kaafi high I asked you not to lose control.! I wanna have a lil fun with you I gave you a lot of sweet kisses on your cheeks Pulled back your hair so i can properly kiss your neck Your earlobes I could feel you growing under me I firmly grab your hair. Pulled it back a bit Your lips in line with mine And I’m slowly grinding my ass on your lap I kiss your softly Breathing in your air.! This alone makes me go crazy I can’t resist kissing you

The air was thick with the musky scent of weed and liquor as M straddled J’s lap, her bare ass pressing against his jeans through the thin fabric of her oversized tee. The joint burned lazily between his fingers, forgotten, smoke curling toward the ceiling. Her hands slid into his hair, fingers tightening as she yanked his head back, exposing his throat. She licked a slow stripe up his neck before biting just hard enough to make him groan. “Tell me,” she murmured against his skin, “who do I belong to?” His palm cracked against her ass, the sharp sting making her gasp. “Say it.” “You.” The word dripped from her lips, breathless, as she rocked against the hard ridge of his cock. J gripped her waist, digging his fingers in. “Good girl.” His other hand slipped under her shirt, kneading her bare flesh, fingers brushing dangerously close to her pussy. She kissed him hard, swallowing his growl, grinding down until the friction burned. “Don’t lose control,” she breathed against his lips, smirking as he twitched beneath her. “Not yet.”

You grab my ass firmly and pulled me against your body too kiss me harder And your chest I gave it a swift lick And another one And another I place my lips at the head of your dick Not putting it in at all Just 25% in Suck it gently with my lips And pop it out This time My eyes locked into yours I don’t wanna miss any reaction You love this sounds Your back start twitching and you wanna put it in but you’re not supposed to do that you know the rules So you let me play with you But you soo wanna place your hand on my head And push in inside my mouth But you can’t I leave your cock and come up I ask you to come to bed and lie down You do that I came to your ears And asked you To lick me

J’s hands tightened on her ass, pulling her flush against his chest as his mouth crashed into hers—hot, demanding, whiskey and smoke on his tongue. She broke the kiss just to drag her lips down his throat, then lower, licking a slow, teasing path across his collarbone, over his chest. Each flick of her tongue made his breath hitch. When she sank to her knees between his legs, his jaw clenched. She kept her eyes locked on his as she took just the tip of his cock between her lips, sucking lightly before pulling off with a wet pop. His hips jerked, fingers flexing in the sheets as he fought the urge to grab her hair and thrust deeper. She stood, tracing a nail down his stomach. “Bed. Now,” she murmured, guiding him back onto the mattress. Climbing over him, she brushed her lips against his ear. “Lick me,” she breathed, shifting to straddle his face. “And don’t stop until I say.” His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down as his tongue flicked against her, slow and deliberate.

My put my legs On each side of your face You’re lying down And my pussy right about your mouth You touch my thighs Spread them more.! Adjust your position Feel my pussy with your finger and i was already wet I start licking my clit Your hands grabbing my thighs and ass I am moaning like crazy but softly You put your tongue inside my vagina Fuck writing this makes me so wet At this point My hips start moving to give your tongue directly And my legs are shaking And finally because of those circular movements of your tongue I came I’m panting

She pressed her thighs against the sides of his head, arching her back to press her soaked pussy harder against his mouth. His fingers dug into her hips, spreading her wider as his tongue swirled slow, deliberate circles around her clit before diving deeper, flicking inside her. A shudder tore through her, moans spilling from her lips as she ground against his face, desperate for pressure. His tongue moved faster—flat strokes, then pointed teasing, then a deep, relentless rhythm that had her thighs trembling. “Fuck—yes, just like that—” Her fingers tangled in his hair, hips rocking in time with his strokes. The coil in her stomach twisted tighter, heat building until her breath came in sharp gasps. Then his tongue pressed firm against her clit and her back arched violently, pleasure cresting in a wave that left her shaking, gasping his name. She collapsed forward, her slick thighs still gripping his face as she tried to catch her breath. His lips were glistening when she finally sat up, eyes dark with hunger. "Now it's your turn," she purred.

And all this time I was kiss your every where except your dick You had a rock hard dick I was still trying to pull myself together.! It was an intense orgasm More because i was high So I came on top of you My pussy on your dick I kiss your collar bone Your chest Bite you hard everywhere Not hard enough to leave a mark Suck your nipples with my lips Kiss your stomach Your navel Your waist Your pelvic line Then i stop Hold your dick Rub it on my pussy Its too wet Almost at the entrance But not putting it in You asked me in a heavy voice You done playing? I told you Not yet Ikr Helps But you got a lil pissed because your eyes were shut you were too in the moment.! Enjoying me fucking you You were about to say something But i shut you up With a kiss And got yp Up Pulled put the dick Sat next to you And gave you a sweet kiss on the cheeks sating Saying Now i’m done playing

She lingered over him, her fingertips tracing the flushed tip of his cock, smearing his precum along the length before sliding her palm down in one slow stroke. A low groan escaped his lips, his hips jerking off the bed as she leaned down to brush her mouth along his inner thigh—teasing, just out of reach. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, her tongue soothing the bite before she moved higher, kissing the sharp angles of his hipbones. He twitched beneath her, his cock aching and untouched. “You’re cruel,” he growled, fingers knotting in the sheets. She smiled against his stomach, finally wrapping her hand around him, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch. “You love it.” Her lips closed around the head, tongue sliding beneath the ridge before she took him deeper, swallowing him inch by inch until her nose pressed against his abdomen. His curse was muffled by the sound of her sucking him hard, pulling back only to drag her teeth lightly along the underside. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them as she worked him with her mouth—slow, then relentless. When his thighs tensed, she pulled off with a slick pop, pressing one last kiss to the tip before crawling up his body. “Now,” she whispered against his lips, “you can fuck me.”

Well now you were not done at all Okayy So now you get up Grab my hair And without a word Strongly made me lie down on the bed With my head almost hanging from the edge You stood up infront of me And asked me to open my mouth You didn’t force it in.! You were super calm But extremely hot and strong I opened my mouth And your slowly stuffed my mouth with your dick You hand on my throat Not choking me It there softly Because You wanna feel How feel i can take your dick And how it feels inside my throat You’re fucking my mouth slowly but deeply and enjoying the view. You can literally see it going all the way into my throat After playing for a bit You grabbed my tits and fucked it hard I pushed you once And you pulled out To give me some air Sucking it hard and you’re constantly hitting the wall of my throat When you’re close You stop Pushed me on the bed Climbed on top of me Laid on my body but don’t put it in yet You’re taking your tine So you can fuck me properly

He dragged her up by the hair, his grip firm but controlled, and she gasped as he maneuvered her onto her back, her head tipping over the edge of the bed. The cool air on her exposed throat made her shiver, but his fingers—warm, possessive—settled there, thumb tracing her pulse. "Open." His voice was quiet, rough with restraint. Her lips parted instinctively, and he guided himself in with deliberate slowness, watching as her mouth stretched around him. The head hit the back of her throat, and she tensed, but his hand cupped her jaw, steadying her as he pushed deeper. The first full glide made her eyes water, but he held her there, gauging the flutter of her muscles around him before withdrawing—only to sink back in with a low groan. His fingers tightened slightly on her throat, not to choke but to feel the way she swallowed around him, the vibration of her moans traveling down his cock. His free hand palmed her tit, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper before he picked up the pace, fucking into her mouth with deep, measured strokes. When she pushed at his thigh, he pulled out instantly, letting her gasp for air before diving back in, this time harder, faster—the wet slap of skin filling the room. She could feel the tension in his hips, the way his rhythm faltered as he neared the edge, but he stopped abruptly, dragging her up onto the bed and pinning her beneath him. His breath was hot against her lips. "Now," he murmured, nudging her thighs apart, "you take all of me."

You ask me softly Did i hit you too hard? But you didn’t wait for my answer And bit my neck All teeth And really hard It was soo turned on But it hurt I was asked you to stop But kept going for a bit longer Biting it really hard Gave me a soft kiss on my lips Came up, spread my legs And without wasting any second Entered my vagina aggressively You’re never too fast But each stroke it so strong that i can’t stop moaning You grabbed my boobs with one hand Choked me with another And kept fucking me

His lips brushed her ear, voice rough but tender. “Did I hit you too hard?” Before she could answer, his teeth sank into her neck—sharp, possessive, making her gasp. She whimpered, arching beneath him as the pain blurred into heat. “Wait—*ah*—stop—” He didn’t. Not yet. His bite deepened, his tongue soothing the sting before he finally released her, sealing the mark with a slow, lingering kiss. Then he was moving, spreading her legs wide, his cock pressing against her entrance in a single, relentless push. No teasing. No mercy. He filled her in one deep thrust, drawing a ragged moan from her lips. His rhythm was deliberate—slow, almost cruel in its control—but every stroke hit deep, the force of it jolting through her. One hand gripped her breast, squeezing just shy of pain while the other curled around her throat, his thumb pressing lightly against her windpipe. She gasped, her nails digging into his arms as he fucked her with that same brutal precision, each drag of his cock sending sparks up her spine. The room echoed with the wet slap of skin, her moans turning breathless under his touch.

I was asking you to stop as i too... You leaned down Held my hair with one hand Tilted my neck to one side And started biting and sucking my neck so it leaves a very dark mark I was moaning too loudly But you didn’t care at all You kept fucking me Until you finished up And it was sooo intense because of all the pauses and breaks and tease You pulled out at the accurate time And sprayed the cum all over my body We both were soo breathless and sweaty But stayed there for a bit and you really enjoyed all the red marks and scratches and cum and my messed up...face and hair

She gasped, protesting weakly, "I was asking you to *stop*—*ah*—" but he only leaned down, tangling his fingers tighter in her hair, tilting her head to expose more of her throat. His mouth was hot, teeth scraping before he sucked hard, the sharp sting making her moan loud, uncontrolled. He didn’t slow—just kept driving into her, each deep thrust pushing the breath from her lungs. The pain of his bite, the stretch of him inside her, the way his fingers flexed against her scalp—it all coiled tight, unbearable and perfect. She could feel him losing control, his rhythm fracturing, his grip bruising. With a groan, he pulled out at the last second, thick ropes of cum striping her stomach, her ribs, her heaving breasts. For a long moment, they just breathed—bodies slick, skin marked, the air thick with the scent of sex. His thumb traced the darkening bruise on her neck, then smeared his release across her flushed skin, possessive even now. Her hair was wild, lips swollen, thighs trembling. And he *looked*, slow and satisfied, committing every messy detail to memory.

His fingers trailed through the sticky mess on her stomach, spreading it absently as he studied her. A low chuckle escaped him at the sight—her chest still rising fast, the flush creeping down to her collarbones, the way her hips twitched when his thumb brushed too close to where she was still wet, still throbbing. "Fuck," he muttered, voice rough. She shivered as his palm pressed flat against her belly, pushing her back into the mattress when she tried to shift away. His other hand curled around her thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave fresh marks. "You're not done," he said, and it wasn't a question. His fingers slid lower, circling her clit with a lazy, teasing pressure. "Not until you come like this—covered in me, still feeling where I was inside you." Her back arched, a desperate sound tearing from her throat as his touch turned relentless. He watched, unblinking, as she fell apart again.

Her thighs clenched around his hand, every nerve alight as his fingers worked her with cruel precision. He didn’t let up, not even when her breath hitched into ragged gasps, when her nails dug into his wrist hard enough to draw blood. "Look at you," he growled, dragging his thumb in slow circles just to watch her squirm. "Still dripping, still clenching like you need me to fill you up again." She whimpered, hips rocking uselessly against his palm, every drag of his fingers pushing her closer. His free hand caught her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze as she unraveled—her muscles tightening, her moan breaking into a sob as pleasure ripped through her. He didn’t stop. Just kept touching her through it, prolonging the shuddering aftershocks until she was trembling, oversensitive, her body taut like a wire. Only then did he pull back, lips curling as he licked his fingers clean. "Good girl."