She groaned, frustrated when her hand was moved, but finding it replaced with his was even better. His words drove her on, and the second he called her a slut, her excitement grew, her climax feeling even closer.
"I do... I love being a slut... your whore..." She panted, her hands resting either side of his head as she focused on pounding her cunt against him again, feeling her tits bounce with every movement. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and she didn't know if she could keep going.
"Please... Please can your slut come, I'm begging you, please..." She sounded pathetic, but she didn't care, the sensations she was feeling blocking everything else out. She was a slut to want sex this badly, she told herself - especially if she was willing to be enslaved just to have it. She just had to accept that now.