I was such a brainless slut, I barely remember the order of events. I went to bed, pussy hungry and slick, rubbing my greedy clit as I fell asleep. He came in after. His hands ran over my body, feeling every square inch, nothing was off limits. I moaned as I woke slowly. He felt the damp between my legs.

He commanded me to ride him, and edge ten times. With every thrust I whimpered, telling him how much I loved being a cock hungry little slut, how much I wanted to stay a brainless little fucktoy designed for his pleasure, and how much I didn't want to cum. He counted my edges aloud.

He buried his face in my pussy, and edged me ten times over, face covered with my juices as he came up to kiss me.

He told me to finger myself, to edge ten times that way, with one hand in my pussy and the other tugged hungrily at my nipples. He watched as I writhed, begging to be fucked, as I came close to sweet orgasm over and over.

I whimpered, pleaded with him to cum all over my body. He was feeling generous and sat on my hips, while I obeyed the rule of stroking his cock whenever it was presented. Spurt after spurt of hot cum splashed my stomach and chest. I was marked, claimed.

Was it thirty edges? Forty? I can't remember. I just want to stay his starving little cunt. So, so hungry.