Squeeze - 1/2
anonymous
December 30 2009, 21:23:51 UTC
It was a beautifully erotic sight, if Prussia said so himself. Hungary, her wrists bound to the bed and a collar encircling her throat, almost cutting off her air but not quite. The sounds she was making alone were enough to make him hard, and he could've sworn her breasts had gotten bigger. It was almost enough to make him beg, but that was what she was going to do for him today.
Prussia latched his hands onto Hungary's large breasts and he squeezed, making her gasp - a high-pitched, choked gasp. Smirking, Prussia said, "Ever had a man squeeze your tits this hard? Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Nngh…" was all that managed to escape from Hungary's lips. The collar was digging into the flesh of her throat, and it would leave bruises later, and the mere thought of that aroused Prussia even more. He rubbed his crotch against hers, teasing her entrance with his cock, and her body squirmed underneath his, and he felt her nipples become even harder against his palms. In response, he pitched them, causing her to let out a strangled cry. "P-Prussia…"
"Well? Are you going to say it?" Prussia replied, leaning in closer so that he face was mere centimeters from Hungary's. "Otherwise I'm just gonna have to grope your pretty tits even harder." His fingers tightened around Hungary's chest - those beautiful breasts of hers would be perfect for titty-fucking, and if she didn't start begging for him, that was exactly what he was going to do.
Hungary's lips moved, as if she was trying to speak, and the sight of her struggling to breathe was just so damned sexy. "F-Fuck me…" she finally managed to force out, her breathing rough and ragged.
Prussia's smirk became wider; without letting up his hold on her breasts, he shifted his body so that he could thrust his cock into Hungary. "God, you're really wet," he said, rolling his hips against hers. He was intentionally avoiding stimulating that special spot of Hungary's - she needed to beg some more before she could expect pleasure.
A sharp gasp escaped from Hungary's lips and she tried to struggle against the bindings, but they held fast. "Prussia… D-Don't…"
"Don't what?" Prussia sneered, thrusting even harder now. He pushed her breasts up, digging his fingers into the flesh. "Maybe I should've made that collar tighter - it's making your tits look even bigger. But then I wouldn't have the pleasure of hearing you beg, now would I?"
Hungary gritted her teeth. "Dammit… fuck me properly!"
"Now that's the Hungary I know!" Prussia leaned forward, and now his violent thrusts were eliciting sexy moans from Hungary as his cock brushed against her clitoris as he slid in and out of her. She threw her head back and her feet were scrambling for purchase on the bed. He was slamming into her, and her breasts were hardly bouncing because of how firmly he was squeezing them. "You're so tight…" he said through his pants. "Feels so good…"
Prussia latched his hands onto Hungary's large breasts and he squeezed, making her gasp - a high-pitched, choked gasp. Smirking, Prussia said, "Ever had a man squeeze your tits this hard? Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Nngh…" was all that managed to escape from Hungary's lips. The collar was digging into the flesh of her throat, and it would leave bruises later, and the mere thought of that aroused Prussia even more. He rubbed his crotch against hers, teasing her entrance with his cock, and her body squirmed underneath his, and he felt her nipples become even harder against his palms. In response, he pitched them, causing her to let out a strangled cry. "P-Prussia…"
"Well? Are you going to say it?" Prussia replied, leaning in closer so that he face was mere centimeters from Hungary's. "Otherwise I'm just gonna have to grope your pretty tits even harder." His fingers tightened around Hungary's chest - those beautiful breasts of hers would be perfect for titty-fucking, and if she didn't start begging for him, that was exactly what he was going to do.
Hungary's lips moved, as if she was trying to speak, and the sight of her struggling to breathe was just so damned sexy. "F-Fuck me…" she finally managed to force out, her breathing rough and ragged.
Prussia's smirk became wider; without letting up his hold on her breasts, he shifted his body so that he could thrust his cock into Hungary. "God, you're really wet," he said, rolling his hips against hers. He was intentionally avoiding stimulating that special spot of Hungary's - she needed to beg some more before she could expect pleasure.
A sharp gasp escaped from Hungary's lips and she tried to struggle against the bindings, but they held fast. "Prussia… D-Don't…"
"Don't what?" Prussia sneered, thrusting even harder now. He pushed her breasts up, digging his fingers into the flesh. "Maybe I should've made that collar tighter - it's making your tits look even bigger. But then I wouldn't have the pleasure of hearing you beg, now would I?"
Hungary gritted her teeth. "Dammit… fuck me properly!"
"Now that's the Hungary I know!" Prussia leaned forward, and now his violent thrusts were eliciting sexy moans from Hungary as his cock brushed against her clitoris as he slid in and out of her. She threw her head back and her feet were scrambling for purchase on the bed. He was slamming into her, and her breasts were hardly bouncing because of how firmly he was squeezing them. "You're so tight…" he said through his pants. "Feels so good…"
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