Scream for me A Ghostface Mask Horror Erotica #4
She smirked through her heavy breathing, her eyes locked on the mask as she gave him total, enthusiastic approval to do whatever he wanted to her body.
"I want the masked stranger to ruin me," she begged, her voice a breathless, desperate whisper. "Drive your thick cock all the way inside my wet pussy and fuck me until I can't take it anymore. Please, use me like a dirty little object."
The explicit submission blew away whatever lingering shred of restraint Jason had left. With a guttural, primal grunt that rattled behind the vinyl, he slammed his entire weight forward, burying his thick, dark-veined shaft to the absolute hilt in one brutal, deep plunge.
Squelch!
The loud, messy sound of her overflowing fluids escaping the tight seal of their groins filled the room.
Jason immediately accelerated into a fast, frantic, unyielding pace, his thighs hammering a punishing rhythm against her bare ass.
He was pumping into her with a raw, animalistic urgency, his steel-hard meat friction-burning her interior until her internal walls began to twitch and spasm in a series of involuntary, violent contractions.
The visual overload was total. Cassie looked down, watching his muscular, naked chest hair rubbing against her aching, swollen nipples, while the stark white mask loomed directly above her face like a waking nightmare.
She was completely obsessed with the view, her hands reaching up to trace the cold, smooth vinyl cheeks of the mask, anchoring his faceless head directly over hers so he could watch the absolute, ecstatic ruin he was creating.
"Ah! Oh god, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!"
Cassie shrieked, her body going completely rigid as a blinding, toe-curling orgasm ripped through her brain.
Her tight pussy walls clamped down around his shaft like a vice, pulsing in a fast, chaotic rhythm that threatened to milk him right then and there.
Jason clenched his jaw hard, his tensed abdominal muscles locking up as the fierce pressure of her climax threatened his own stamina.
He didn't pull out, and he didn't slow down.
He pumped straight through her orgasm, his heavy, deep thrusts driving her even crazier as she sobbed and moaned against his lips.
The bedroom was completely spinning with pure, unadulterated debauchery, and the faceless stranger was ready to transition her into an even more intense, exposed position for the next stage of the hunt.
The violent aftershocks of Cassie’s intense climax were still trembling through her thighs when Jason suddenly gripped her waist with a bruising, unyielding hold.
He stopped his frantic pumping, leaving his massive, iron-hard cock buried deep inside her pulsing, wet channel.
The bedroom was thick with the heavy, intoxicating scent of their raw friction, and the only sound was the synchronized, ragged gasps for air passing between them.
Above her, the Ghostface mask maintained its cold, white, permanent scream, the hollow black mesh eyes staring down into her glazed face with a dominant, unyielding authority.
"Flip over," the muffled baritone commanded from behind the vinyl shell, rough and demanding. "On your hands and knees, Cassie. Right now."
A breathless, incredibly slutty smile broke across Cassie’s flushed face at his words.
The absolute certainty of his dominant command sent a fresh, heavy surge of adrenaline straight to her core, making her drenched pussy give a violent, wet twitch around his shaft.
She gave a quick, enthusiastic nod of approval, her fingers letting go of his tensed biceps as he slowly slid his thick, dark-veined meat out of her body with a heavy, wet pop.
A long, glistening string of her sticky juices connected his purple head to her throbbing opening before snapping onto the sheets.
Cassie scrambled into position instantly, crawling to the center of the mattress.
She arched her back deeply, pressing her round, bare ass high into the cool air of the bedroom while lowering her chest flat against the tangled pillows.
The position left her completely, explicitly exposed.
Directly across from the foot of the bed stood the large, dark-wood dresser mirror, and because her head was turned slightly to the side, she had a perfect, crystal-clear view of the reflection.
Jason stepped over her, his muscular, tanned body towering behind her arched hips like a silent predator tracking its prey.
In the mirror, Cassie watched the visual manifestation of her darkest, hidden fantasy come to life.
Her own soft, completely naked body was pinned to the bed, while standing directly behind her was a powerful, entirely naked man whose face was entirely replaced by the terrifyingly hot horror icon.
The contrast was absolutely wicked, making her clit pulse with a frantic, painful horniness before he even touched her again.
Jason didn't make her wait. He leaned down, his large, calloused hands clamping onto the soft flesh of her hips with a crushing grip, anchoring her lower body in place.
He guided the wet, purple crown of his rigid cock directly against her drenched entrance, which was still swollen and weeping a steady stream of juices from her recent orgasm.
Without a single hint of hesitation, Jason leaned his entire weight forward, driving his thick shaft deep into her tight channel from behind in one brutal, deep plunge.
Slap!
The explicit, violent sound of his silver groin slamming hard against her smooth, bare cheeks echoed sharply off the walls.
Cassie let out a loud, piercing shriek of pure ecstasy, her mouth opening wide as her fingers dug deep lines into the mattress.
The sheer, staggering volume of his iron-hard meat hitting the absolute back of her tight walls from this angle was a massive, beautiful shock to her system.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me from behind! Use me!" Cassie screamed out, her voice cracking with the overwhelming intensity of the penetration.
Jason immediately established a fast, frantic, punishing rhythm, his heavy thighs pumping against her ass with a relentless, mechanical power.
Every single time he slammed deep inside her, the wet friction created a loud, squishing echo as her overflowing fluids were churned into a slick, frothy glaze that coated his silver groin and ran down her inner thighs.
Squish, squish, slap.
The sensory overload was total, but it was the mirror that pushed Cassie entirely over the edge.
She kept her eyes locked onto the reflection, watching the expressionless white mask glower down at her as he ruthlessly destroyed her tight pussy.
She could see his dark eyes behind the black mesh, locked onto her bare, bouncing breasts and her arched spine, watching her get thoroughly used like a dirty little secret.
It was completely uninhibited. The four-year comfort of their relationship was completely gone, replaced by a raw, primitive friction that made her feel like she belonged entirely to a nameless, faceless master.
"Look at yourself in the mirror, Cassie," the muffled voice demanded from behind the vinyl, his heavy, raspy breaths echoing loudly in her ears as his chest hair rubbed against her back. "Watch how wide open this stranger is stretching your tight little pussy."
Cassie let out a wet, needy whimper, her smirk widening in the reflection even as she gasped for air. "I'm watching... oh god, I see it! You're so fucking big inside me! Fuck me harder, please! Break me!"
The explicit approval from his girlfriend blew away the last remaining shred of Jason’s control.
He accelerated into a savage, frantic pace, his large hands lifting from her hips to wrap tightly around her waist, lifting her body even higher to give his steel-hard meat a deeper, more punishing angle into her tightest territory.
He was pounding into her with a feral, animalistic urgency, his thick abdominal muscles locking up as the friction-burn inside her tight walls pushed his own stamina to an absolute crisis point.
Cassie’s head thrashed wildly against the pillows, her long hair flying across her face as she screamed and moaned in a fast, chaotic rhythm.
Her internal walls began to twitch and contract in a series of violent, involuntary spasms, her body locking up as a second, even more intense, toe-curling climax began to explode through her brain.
The bedroom was spinning with pure, unadulterated debauchery, and the faceless stranger was ready to deliver the final, messy tribute to wrap up the dark hunt.
The relentless, fast-paced friction from behind had pushed both of them to the absolute threshold of physical endurance.
The master bedroom was suffocatingly hot, thick with the heavy, intoxicating musk of their raw, uninhibited lust.
The bed frame groaned a frantic rhythm against the wall, and the sheets beneath them were a completely soaked, tangled ruin of sweat and Cassie’s overflowing pussy juices.
Jason was running on pure, primitive instinct behind the vinyl shell.
His muscular, tanned chest was drenched in sweat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a sledgehammer as his heavy thighs continued to slam against Cassie’s bare, smooth ass with a savage, mechanical power.