V312 Megan Jones Smother Jail Part 2
In the dark and moist confines of the jail cell, Megan Jones towered over her helpless captive. The tingling sensation between her thighs grew stronger as she gazed down at him, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. She loved the power she held over others, the knowledge that they were completely at her mercy.
Megan reached down and grabbed the tiny figure by the collar, lifting him up so that their faces were level. His terrified eyes met hers, and she could feel his heart racing against her palm. His body trembled in anticipation of what was to come.
"Are you ready for more?" she purred, her voice low and menacing.
He nodded frantically, unable to tear his gaze away from hers. She let out a slow, sensual breath, feeling the heat of their bodies almost tangible in the air.
Without another word, Megan lowered herself onto the edge of the cot, her massive thighs pressing against him like a steel wall. He gasped as he felt her warmth envelop him, the soft fabric of her leggings brushing against his skin. His cock, already hard from fear and anticipation, throbbed painfully against her leg.
Megan leaned in closer, her hot breath fanning across his face. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "You like feeling so small and helpless under me."
He nodded again, unable to speak. Megan's hand slid up his chest, her fingers playing with the hairs on his chest before moving closer to his face. She traced his lips with her fingertip, her touch both gentle and threatening.
"Say it," she commanded. "Tell me how much you want this."
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Megan leaned further forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, her smothering weight forcing all the air from his lungs.
"I... I need you," he managed to stammer out. "Please, Megan."
She smiled, satisfied with his response. Megan leaned back slightly, giving him just enough breathing room to speak. "Good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with approval. "Now, let's see how much you can take."
With that, Megan lowered herself fully onto the cot, her massive weight crushing him beneath her. He gasped for air, his own weight pressed against the mattress by her immense size. She had complete control over him now, and she intended to enjoy every second of it.
As she began to grind her hips against him, his cock throbbed painfully against her leg. Megan reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking it gently through his pants. His moans of pleasure filled the small cell, echoing off the walls.
"That's it," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. "Let me take care of you."
With that, Megan increased the pace of her hips, grinding her body against his with a rhythm that was both primal and erotic. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck, her teeth grazing his skin.
He was lost in the sensation, the overwhelming power of her body and the intoxicating scent of her skin. As she continued to pleasure him, he felt himself getting closer to the edge, the sensation building inside him until he thought he would explode.
And then, just as he was about to climax, Megan stopped. She pulled away slowly, her massive body towering over him once again. He gasped for air, his heart racing as he looked up at her.
"Not yet," she purred, her eyes filled with mischief. "You haven't begged for it."
His eyes widened in disbelief. "Please, Megan," he begged. "Please let me cum."
She smiled, satisfied with his response. Megan leaned forward once again, her massive breasts pressing against his chest. She took his hand in hers and placed it on her thigh, guiding it towards her soaked panties.
"Touch yourself," she commanded. "Make yourself cum for me."
As he obeyed, Megan watched with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. She could feel his fingers trembling against her skin, his need for release palpable. And when he finally did cum, his body shuddering with pleasure under hers, she let out a slow, satisfied breath.
"That's it," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "You're such a good boy."
With that, Megan leaned down once again, her lips brushing against his. She could taste the remnants of his orgasm on his lips, and she savored the sweetness of it.
"Sleep well, my little one," she purred, her voice filled with dark promise. "Tomorrow, we'll do this all over again."
As she pulled away, Megan watched with satisfaction as the tiny figure below her collapsed onto the cot, exhausted but satisfied. She knew he would be back for more, eager to submit to her power and pleasure. And she couldn't wait to see just how far she could push him.
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