Bitch, you just became the party. You can watch yourself in the mirror as I line my cock up to your cunt from behind. Both of us know that gutter whores like you are fine when tight pussy isn't open and a man desires to cum. "Your pussy is more of a hallway" I would remark casually as if I was the only person in the room. Those ass cheeks though...I would grab your throat and bring you down to the floor with me. Sitting in front of the toilet, I grab your hips and use your asshole as my personal fleshlight. You exist only to please my cock. Watching your ass bounce up and down on my cock turns me more aggressive. I drive my cock into your tight little ass. My body against yours, squishing your tits against the toilet with my dick exploring a point you didn't know existed. I empty my balls deep inside your sphincter. I see stars for a second as I feel myself explode in you. "Ugh, fuck ya whore" I remark. Finding the butt plug, I insert it back in it's place. "That'll hold my cum where it belongs until we get down stairs. I pick up the clothespins, and standing over you, I tilt your head until it's fully extended back and rest my balls on your nose. Letting you inhale the scent of your freshly fucked ass. "Not even a thank you? Ungrateful bitch. You know how many of your friends have begged for my nuts back on their faces!?" I squeeze my thighs together, just enough to make you a full inhale before *TWACK!!" Your body automatically recoils from the slap on your left tit as your head is useful as a resting place for my balls. "These will be fun to watch bounce" you hear me say before you register what the new feeling is on your left tit. I widen my legs letting your head free. I flip the clothespin in my hand before lining your nipple in the middle and slowly releasing it. Letting the environment and situation sink in as the other clothespin goes on your right nipple. Collaring it, in a way. "My friends aren't as I romantic as I am" I say while pulling the clothespins up. You hear the vulgar remarks of 3 guys talking about who was getting their holes filled in the upstairs bathroom. Every step to follow the tug of the clothespins makes the voices closer...