Naturally this non-verbal begging alone could never suffice to convince my Sprite. And yet I just can’t help myself. I must beg for pegging with every avenue open to me! Despite my well-established misgivings about what it’s doing to me, being deprived of everything but this insidiously inverted kind of s*x has somehow resulted in addicting me to it. Even as I writhe and struggle and bitterly berate myself for succumbing to such perversity, I belie all that by gaping my eager center as up and open as I can in desperate welcome to my wonderfully beautiful defiler. And of course my cruel little Sprite accepts my invitation – but only after eons more maddeningly frustrating and arousing delay.
I feel her tiny, glorious body settle itself atop me, her weight pressing down most gloriously betw
