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"Quincy..please..." Robert whined as Quincy's fingertips drifted over his boxers, stroking him through the layer of fabric. He was helpless underneath them, handcuffed to the headboard as they loomed over him. Without even a second of cessation, they met his gaze, still fondling him through his underwear, "What? Do you need something from me?" Quincy stroked his thigh with one hand, then slapped it hard enough for the palm of their hand to leave a red mark over his skin, "Ahh! Please.." They smiled at his reaction, "You know how this goes. If you want more, you have to be a good little slut and beg for me." They bit Robert's inner thigh and he cried, "Quincy, please! Give me more..I need you..." "Good boy." Quincy said, revealing a strap-on they'd been waiting to use.
Quincy carefully pulled down Robert's boxers and slid into him and out, starting off slow. Then, all of a sudden, they whispered into his ear, "I want you to scream for me." They quickly picked up the pace, slamming in and out of him, stroking him and gripping his waist as they went. Robert was wailing and whimpering all the way, just how they liked it, "Ohhh Quincy!! PLEASE!" Robert came, and Quincy took off the strap, revealing their dripping wet cunt.
Aching and burning with desire, Quincy leaned forward, biting and kissing Robert's neck as they dragged their fingers over his labia. His breath hitched, and he felt an uncontrollable sense of lust wash over himself. He took hold of their hand, taking a moment for their eyes to meet, as if asking permission beforehand; they nodded, and soon Quincy's fingers were being guided into his g-spot. Robert's head tilted back and he felt a warm fluid seeping out from within him. When he came the second time, Quincy took their fingers from his vagina up to his mouth, "Lick it clean for me, slut." "Of course.." Robert obliged, happily sucking his urine off of their fingers.
"You've been such a good boy tonight," Quincy continued, "I want to reward you more..." Robert looked nervous but aroused nonetheless, "What are you going to do to me now..?" "Don't worry. I promise it's something that you'll enjoy." They said, shifting their position so that their vagina was just inches from his face, and their legs on each of his shoulders. Robert opened his mouth and began swirling and pressing his tongue into them as they thrusted into his mouth. Gradually, as they loosened up a bit more, Quincy's head went back and they felt their fluids seeping into Robert's mouth. This was the way Robert liked it though, after all; he found his mouth being used as a urinal to be quite pleasurable.
Eventually, the two passed out, cradled in each other's arms, resting in a bed that smelled of sweat, semen, and piss. Just how they liked it, those nasty pigs.