Ginger Fox

When I was a girl and went to mass with my mother on Sundays, she always sat us in the fifth row on the left, close to the confessional. I found myself intrigued by how people could sit there for so long, confessing, without feeling short of breath. There was no room for much movement, or any other maneuver, it was just sitting still, with your thighs together and your fingers on your leg, melting like a popsicle on a hot summer day. The idea occurred to me, at that time, that perhaps it was a way of purging your sins, that's why it was so narrow and dark, cleansing your soul through the perspiration of your body sweat. And that stayed in my mind for a long time every Sunday, being eaten away by curiosity, sitting on that bench, staring at the wooden construction. What makes me bring up this old thought at this moment is not the lack of space, much less the darkness, but rather the heat, the smell that increases, the sense of smell that becomes more acute, the hearing that vibrates with each moan, the explosion of the body hitting the inside, the change of weight, from the left leg to the right. And, of course, the sweat, a lot of sweat, that makes my body sticky, slippery, and all the sins come out of my insides, turning into liquid. And Jonathan is my worst sin. His body is my cell, and his cock, well, his cock is the whip of my impure soul.
" God... — My head falls back, opening my mouth and panting madly, leaving my hand stuck to the back of his neck.
His large hands pull my thighs up, until my legs wrap around his waist, without removing a single centimeter of his cock from inside me. The sensation of the thin fabric of the stocking on my skin, scraping against his, is devastating. I feel his teeth nibbling on my chin, between licks he gives my neck, moving his pelvis slowly, pulling away, so he can come back as heavy and strong as a hammer that imprisons a nail in the wall. The hands on my thighs move away, going up the sides of my body, and they torture me between the naughty and lazy beats. My fingers release from his neck, flattening my hands on the sides of the cabinet, leaving my arms almost bent. The sound of the creaking wood, my moans that escape from me without restraint, so free, without worrying if they are loud, if they will wake the neighbors, it is just complete freedom inside this squeezed piece of furniture. I am no longer Ginger, the curious one, I am now the truly eaten woman, because that is what Jonathan does, he feeds on me every second that his cock slides slowly inside my sensitive pussy, which still contracts with the spasms of the rough thrusts he gave me seconds ago. The scalp of my head doesn't even feel pain anymore from the tugs Jonathan gave me, it's inert, as is my sore cheek, which gives me an uncomfortable pain from being glued to the wall, with Jonathan holding my face, pinning me there and fucking me from behind. I no longer have power over myself and much less do I want to know at this point in the game if I want to have it. Either way, I want everything he gives me. I want to purge my sins, only to commit more.

" Jonathan... — His name escapes my mouth, sounding like a glorification before a dark and evil angel. — Oh, fuck!!!
I press my lips together as his tongue licks my neck, hitting the vein that pulses
strongly and fast. The hands on the sides of my body go down again, digging his fingers into my ass, squeezing the side of each band and spreading them as far as he can, increasing the battery of thrusts of his cock, going in and out deep, deep, throwing me further against the wall each time his member enters rough. My pussy sucks him with insatiable pleasure and hunger. He is good, he is wicked, but he is the best cock that has ever entered my body, and he will continue to hold first place on the podium until after I am gone.
" What do you want, Ginger? — The hoarse voice comes out choked with lust and power. Knowing that I am in his hands leads me to superb and nefarious feelings, which impregnate my soul.
" EVERYTHING... — I scream in ecstasy at being taken hard, until I feel his balls one step away from being inside me.
As if it was what he wanted to hear, his low laugh leaves his lips, brushing his tongue across my face, until his saliva mixes with my sweat. His body stops without warning, condemning me to the anguish of having his cock inside me, filling every corner of my pussy, but remaining still. One of his hands on my ass slides down me, rising like a snake, caressing my breast, squeezing it in his hand. I feel the nerves of my hard fingers, forcing the walls of the closet's sides even further, as if he could destroy them. His cruel hand, without any hurry, burns my skin, releasing my breast after pinching the sensitive and hard nipple, tugging behind my neck. Two of his fingers hook onto the choker, slowly pulling it back, until the jewel is almost buried in my skin.
" Everything? — I hear your question, even though my brain is clouded between euphoria and fear.
He moves again, pulling out almost all of his cock, bending his knees a little and standing up again in one go, entering me completely. My eyes, dilated in the darkness, see nothing, I only feel his face pressed against mine, rubbing his beard on my cheeks, like a predator eager to play with its prey before the final attack.
" Do you think you could handle it all, little Gim? — His teeth hold my ear in his mouth, breathing heavily.
And doing the same movement again, he pulls out almost completely, with slight bending movements in his knees. He buries himself seconds later, throwing himself inside me and throwing any shred of logic that might still be in my mind out. The pearls burn my throat, causing my oxygen to decrease, and he just pulls the choker hard. My body tries to warn me that it is dangerous, on the edge, but I continue to desire more. The fear of being strangled, the lack of air in my lungs, the infernal heat inside that closet, his cock withdrawing and re-entering, pushing me upwards, his beard scraping my cheek, it's all a prolonged cycle, and I'm falling, needing more.