He keeps the heels on, makes me wear them while he spreads my legs wide. The black stilettos dig into the mattress as he pushes into me, my legs pushed back toward my chest, heels pointing at the ceiling. I gasp, arch my back, feeling every inch as he starts to pound. The heels make me feel dirty, used, like a toy kept in its packaging.<br><br>I flip onto my stomach, heels still on, ass in the air. He takes me from behind, gripping my waist, watching my ass bounce with every thrust. The black heels are ridiculous from this angle, still strapped to my feet while my face is pressed into the pillow. He grabs my hair, pulls my head back, arching my spine while he drills me without mercy.<br><br>We switch and I'm on top, riding him while the heels dig into the bed on either side of his hips. My tits bounce as I grind down, the black stilettos framing us, making everything look more pornographic, more deliberate. He grabs my waist, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his cock with forc
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