Rough sex phone sex is what I love. I’m Rita and I am a total little firecracker in the sheets. But what I need most is to fucked hard and ever a little asphyxiation to get my juices flowing. Ultimately fucking me from behind and wrapping a hand around my neck does it for me, but I need to be pushed…
Rough Sex Phone Sex Brings Me The Ultimate High
So, what really gets my pussy throbbing is that edge of panic. In fact, that moment when my air gets cut off, and I know I’m completely at his mercy.
Today, I’ve got two little sluts I’ve been training, but I’m the one who needs breaking first. So, I find him in the bedroom, already hard, and I drop to my knees. “Please, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice needy. “Fuck me until I can’t think.”
So, he grabs me by the hair, yanks me up, and bends me over the bed. Then, his cock slams into me from behind. Without any warning, no lube, just raw stretching as my cunt screams for it.
“That’s it,” I gasp, pushing back against him, wanting more. Next, his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing tight, and my vision blurs at the edges. Then, he pounds into me, each thrust cutting off my air a little more, until I’m clawing at the sheets, my body shaking.
“Harder,” I choke out, and he obliges, fucking me deeper. Therefore, his grip tightened until spots danced in front of my eyes.
Ultimately, my pussy clenches around him. Thoroughly, flooding with wet heat, and I cum so hard I forget my own name.
But he doesn’t stop—he pulls out, flips me over, and shoves his cock back in. Moreover, still rough, still relentless.
Then, his hand finds my throat again, pinning me down as he fucks me into the mattress.
“That’s what I needed,” I moan, my voice ragged. “Push me, Daddy. Break me.”
Finally, he does—driving into me until I’m nothing but a quivering mess. Ultimately, my cunt is dripping with his cum and with mine.
Now my throat is bruised, my mind empty. That’s how I like it: raw, dirty, and totally consumed.





