Novel & Cerita Praise Kink Meme

It was too much; the pleasure and after orgasming two times in under a minute, I don’t think I have any to give. I thought I would fight tooth and nail to get him to pull his cock out of me, but I found myself embracing him, welcoming his thrust as he slid in and out of me. I let out a small moan, enjoying the sweet words that were coming from his mouth. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking my cock like a good girl.” My moan increased, and I tightened my hand around his body. Fuck, I felt hornier hearing him say that. “You like that, huh?” He asked as he pulled all the way out and then thrust right back in. “My dirty slut, you have a praise kink, huh?”

My throat tightened around him, thick spit pouring down my inverted face, mixing with the cum already drying there, mascara running black rivers. His tongue speared my clit at the same time, arms locked around my thighs holding me aloft, my heavy tits hanging and swaying, bells jingling wildly. Chad’s comment shot to the top of chat and pinned itself, 20k likes in less than 30 seconds. “THAT’S MY FUCKING GUY LEGEND SHIT” with a fire emoji at the ending.

“Just like that, baby. Ass up, eyes on me. You’re doing great.” I lifted my gaze to meet his, and my body responded to his command before my mind could catch up—arching exactly the way he wanted. As if my body wasn’t listening to me anymore. Only him. Was this what I wanted from him? Praise? It had to be some kind of kink I desperately wanted to deny. “You’re really something,” I muttered, stopping between his parted legs. I folded back onto my heels, sitting upright. “Baby, you look so pretty like this.” He lifted his hand from where it rested and grabbed my chin, his thumb dragging across my lower lip.

"Let me feel you come for me like the good girl I know you are." That's all it takes. As soon as the sentence ends, I'm a shuddering, spasming mess in his arms, flying apart at the seams. He doesn't stop moving, doesn't stop fucking the life out of me. The whole table rattles with every savage thrust. I cling to him like that'll keep me from dissolving into the ether. "Good girl," he growls repeatedly. "So fucking beautiful when you take my cock..." If I didn't have a praise kink before, I do now. It's one thing to be desired as a physical object—it's another thing entirely to feel like he'd fuck my soul if he could.

I replied, and her next words were muffled as Enzo filled her mouth again. “You feel so good, princess. Every inch of you was made for pleasure.” Enzo groaned, and his praise made her inner walls pulse, and grip me like a vice. “Damn, sweetheart. Do you have a praise kink? Do you like hearing what a good girl you are for us? Yes you do. I can feel what it does to you. You gripped me so tight.”

At this point I don’t even know if I can even trust myself. I nodded at his words even before I could register, my head moved. “Good girl, should I forgive you?” he said and I looked at him like a lost puppy, I hate myself for this, I was on the verge of release just by his words. I did not know that I had a praise kink. “Please” I said, I did not know what I was saying. “I won't” he said and I could feel thunder striking me as he touched me inside the dress slipping it away.

That did it for me. “Mmmm, yours. Yours Demetrio, only yours.” I cried aloud as my pussy quivered around my fingers. I drew them out and worked my vulva like a DJ, hips lifting off the bed, following my sky high orgasm. The second one and Demetrio was yet to fuck me. He stopped touching himself, watching me as I came undone. “So freaking sexy, so gorgeous and amazing.” He praised and I was hot all over again. Praise kink, slut kink, everything the man did was a massive turn on.

"Degrading, huh? Tell me more. And I want to know everything, in depth." "It's weird but, I have a praise kink too. I like it when you tell me how good I'm doing, or when you tell me how pretty I am when you're inside me ... or when you tell me I'm a good girl." I say, getting hot. He's just soaking all this up. "Go on." he says. "I like it when you're dominant and aggressive with me. I like it when you tell me what to do or when you make me submissive."

I slowly drew more and more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue never slowing. Teasing and swirling as I sucked him deeply then releasing just to begin again. Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl.

his encouragement had my body jerking in his arms and causing a not so soft moan to slip past my lips. He broke off contact for a few seconds. “Someone has a praise kink.” I opened my mouth to deny it and as if already knowing that, he set out to prove me wrong. “That’s it baby girl, you’re doing so good, stroking me so well…one day, you’re going to take me so good in your tight little pussy.” And that does it, I let out a little scream as my body jerk, dragging out his own orgasm along with mine.