un·der·bel·ly
/ˈəndərˌbelē/
noun
A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society.
"the dark underbelly of a ghetto"
"I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like i...
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A/N: Enter this with an open mind cause this ain't as bad as I wanna get. Thank youuuu.
And he such a lil slut for this pic, like oof choke me with it.
Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su London, U.K.
Killian had me so fucked up. Her stupidity of sneaking out filled me with rage, and I was going to bury that rage deep inside her.
I knelt down and ripped the flimsy excuse for a top she had on, she yelped and jerked as I pulled the items off. No fucking bra, just a black lace thong. Black lace thong and the black high heels. It was a sight to behold, but this was a lesson.
"Turn around, face the mirror." Immediately her head snapped up, a terror-stricken look in her cloudy beach eyes. The black eye makeup she wore did something to me, worse things than what I already felt for her.
She rapidly shook her head, clasping her hands together. "No, I promise I won't sneak out again. I'm sorry-" Her rambling was halted when I gripped her ponytail, and dragged her to the mirror.
She knelt in front of the mirror, and I towered behind her. She looked up at me not through the mirror though, but her head was tilted back to me. "Please Cench, I won't-"
"Shut the fuck up." I respond, there was no time for the begging and the pleading. She had to learn there were consequences for her actions. I left her kneeling there to wash my hands, coming back she was fidgeting with the bracelet on her wrist.
"Get on your hands and knees." I commanded and she moved into the position with reluctance. An arch dipped perfectly into her back, and the tattoos that decorated her body seemed to sparkled. The foo dog tattoo on her back was healing, I traced kisses down her spine.
Hooking my finger into the waist band of her thong I pulled it down her backside and they fell at her knees. Her breathing got shakey and her head dropped further down, she still wouldn't look in the mirror. I watched her through the mirror, as I ran my finger up and down her drenched slit. Using my thumb to rub her clit she was barely able to keep it together and I just started.
Using her as lubricant I slipped a finger into her and she clenched around it, and arched deeper. One soft moan slipped out of her, and that sound alone was enough to make me bury my full length deep in her.
My problem wasn't only that she went out, but grinding on some lame. Grinding on him like....like she didn't belong to me. I pushed in another finger, pushing deep to my knuckle and she shook. "Cench-" She began to whimper, literal music to my ears.
Her form began to break, the arch in her back disappearing. "Aht Aht." I stilled my moments, still knuckle deep in her and began curling my finger.
"Please!" She began to wail, a much different tone from her birthday. Her whole body began to give out, and my dick achingly throbbed. Constricted by my pants and boxers, everything about her was sending me into a frenzy.
