**His Tease, My Need, His Claim**

recive a text From my boyfriend he asked me to come to his place for sex and I come there and he told before that let's play a little game of strip where he has to ask me questions and if I Answer wrong I had to remove peceof clothing by my self and he and I was wearing a bra a shirt pant and panties and I lost and he came and told extra chance girl and and I answer wrong he Removed my bra hook by hook and Removed my panties and took of my pad and started Licking my pussy and he took me up and I flipped down and I started sucking his Cock big one and he licked my pussy and I was wet and he started put condom on him self and he took on a cowboy and the bended me down and gave a haig thrust and sqused my breast and he 69ed with me and even missionary and cock screw and kept squised my breast and drank Milk from it and while shcking his cock I saw a whitel liquid and I sucked it and he made me do various types of blow jobs and ventilation while he licked my breast and sucked my pussy and he went on going and I became pregnant The Ballerina sex JuggheadCrabAmazonLap Dance Ekiben position add these positons of sex and pls make the striping sequence more sexy and the boyfriend strips the bra and panties and I immediately suck his cock and he squised my pussy and breast a lot and started drinking milk from it and pls add a kiss after the strip and make it as sexy and how you as possible and he sucks the pussy and explain those positons and pls make the striping sequence more sexy and she answers every question wrong and she gets chance for her bra but for every question answered wrong one hook of the bra is Removed by the boyfriend and pls in first person and she becomes pregnant and pls 1st person

His phone buzzed against my thigh before I even made it to his front door, the blunt *beep* jarring me awake like a dare. *"Meet me at my place. We’re playing a game. Lose one, you’re already half naked waiting when I get home."* I smirked. Challenge accepted—especially when he doesn’t know the real odds. The door locked behind me with a sharp *click*, his silhouette darkening the frame before he dragged me into the kitchen. His fingers pinched the waistband of my panties, pulling me flush against him before he even spoke. "First question, *heart*." His voice rough, teeth grazing my collarbone. "What did you have for breakfast?" I answered wrong on purpose. "Tofu." His breath hot against my skin, but his lips didn’t touch the words before he turned me. One hook. His hands traced the lace of my bra, thumbs dragging beneath the fabric, cold air teasing me when the clasp snapped open. I hissed as the cups gave way, the weight of my breasts spilling free. He bent, lips clamping over a nipple just as his mouth yanked my panties down before I could react. *"Wrong again."* The shreds of my underwear fluttered against my thighs, discarded. His smirk was all teeth, all challenge, before he caught my wrist and spun me toward the island. "Open." I braced my hands by my knees, arching back as his palms skated up my waist, over ribs, until his fingers tangled in my hair. The first question was gone, but I knew the game wasn’t. "Next," he growled, already unbuttoning his shirt. "How many times does my cock beg for your lips the moment you’re naked?" I panted, hips twitching, but whispered the wrong number. **Zero.** With a sharp snap, the second hook of my bra hit the floor. Calloused fingers pressed into my jaw as he lifted me onto the counter, the cool marble sending a shiver through me. Knees already trembling. "Teeth." He commanded, already on his knees, mouth hot between my thighs before his tongue dragged through my slit like a promise. I gasped as his fingers hooked under the panties that still clung to one hip. "You’re—" *wrong*, another hook freeing my bra strap. "You’re trying to—" **"Cheat?"** He yanked my panties off in one motion, shoving them into my mouth before he dragged me to the edge of the counter. My tits bounced, my pussy glistening, his cock—thick, veiny, twitching—already leaking against my belly. **"First rule is *no talking*."** I whimpered as the wet fabric left my taste, my lips parting automatically when the tip of him pressed there. The *Ekiben position*, he’d told me this morning—my back broken over the counter’s lip, just like a sushi platter. That one was risky, but I’d barely taken him in when he *slammed* into me, fingers tangled in my hair to hold me steady as I choked around his girth. "Good girl," he groaned before his mouth sealed over my nipple, teeth scraping as he *sucked*—hard. Milk swelled, hot and thick and I twisted beneath him, the pinch of pain sending heat straight to my core. He pulled back, breath ragged, and flipped me off the counter. *"Cock-screw then."* I barely registered the move before he was on me, my legs locked high around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he drove into me like a wrecking ball. The *Ballerina* twist had me pinned beneath him one second, riding hard on his cock the next, the whole kitchen rocking with the violence of each thrust. "Answer wrong again," he snarled, and I did. His tongue dove back into my pussy, relentless, as his other hand squeezed, *milked* until his mouth clamped over me, swallowing. The taste of my own desire coated my tongue as I deep-throated him—his *Ventilation* blowjob right there, every gag a prayer as he *fucked* my face. "Preggers?" He muttered into my flesh, thumb pressing into my clit. "Yes," I sobbed, answering right before the first jet of cum painted my throat. His free hand caught my mouth, forcing me to swallow it all while he finished. "Wrong," he growled just before his condom-clad cock buried into me again—missionary, but with my hands bound above my head and his weight pinning me into the table. "Still *playing*." I arched, already close, just for him—a challenge to see if I could last. His lips crashed over mine then, a violent kiss that tasted of sweat, milk, and my juices. Teeth scraped, tongue *plundered* me like the rest of him. The game didn’t matter. The rules didn’t matter. Only the hot, dirty ache in my body did. And the way his cum marked me, thick and spreading in my throat and between my thighs—*filling* me. Pregnant? Already? I’d lost. He won.