Ariana Grande's Only Sex Tape {darkest_fate&Joshua Sankt Johannes}

Manuel laughed, though not unkindly, and rose from the bed. Standing in front of her, he reached down to take her hand and guide her to her feet, facing away from the camera, towards him. His hands moved down to her hips, taking over for her, as they slid up under her dress, found the hem of her panties, and eased them down her slender thighs. He bowed slowly to one knee as he went down, drawing the slinky black thong all the way down her legs until it pooled around her feet and he could toss it aside.

He took his time in standing up: first, he wanted to admire the view of her pussy, now bared to him for the first time, and so obviously wet. It was a feast for all the senses, in fact: while he was yet to taste it, the smell was almost intoxicating, ripe and full and vivid. When he finally did rise, he made sure his hands kept her dress hiked up over her waist, her ass and thighs bare.

“There, now, not so difficult you see?” he joked gently, motioning back towards the bed. “But we will take it slow, as I think – this is not something you have done before?” His French accent was coming through strongly, but his meaning was clear. “Let us get into bed, and we will find a nice position for both of us, and take it from there. And of course – the camera will see all.”

He sat himself down in the middle, legs out straight, ready to lie back, his cock standing upright at the very epicentre of the bed, like a pillar crowning a town square. He gestured for her to join him: as desperately as he wanted to feel her lips on him again, an even more inviting prospect now awaited him. His lips on her.

Ariana Grande's pussy looked like a dream. Just a little slit, almost too angelic and peachlike, slid delicately between two girlish thighs. A bit of moisture clung to the tight, delicate lips, and a small tuft of reddish brown hair could be seen crowning the little head. Not shaved, not Ariana, but definitely trimmed for appropriate bikini line attire. Now that very sex lay on display for Manuel, as Ariana herself stepped out of her panties, helping Manuel dispose of them. He tossed them aside, and Ariana's eyes darted to them for a moment before locking on Manuel.

What was he staring at? Her? Her sex? Surely he wouldn't... would he? He looked so enthralled. Surely he'd seen an eighteen year old pussy before, this embodiment of masculinity. Someone such as him did not abstain from viewing pretty girl's nice little pussies. Yet he looked, and then pulled her dress, bunching it to her waist. A panting Ariana looked up at him, still not believing they were doing this. Suddenly it felt too fast. How had they gone from talking to his cock in her mouth to her panties gone?

The joke made Ariana smile, the gesture drew her attention toward the bed. Take it slow? Get into position. "Um, I don't---" she said, moving to the bed. She set her knees upon it, watching as he took his position in the center. His cock stood tall and proud, demanding attention. Did he want her to lick it? That had to be it, right? But he said something about going down on her? Ariana shifted, moving to kneel beside him. She reached for the cock, tentative fingers just touching it.

"I don't..." she said, then swallowed. It looked so big, yet she'd taken it all. She made a quick comparison: her tiny little sex next to his. He'd never fit. So at least she didn't have to worry about him plucking her cherry. Clearly his cock had been made for different sized girls. Ariana looked to Manuel. "I--I don't know..." she stammered, shifting again, "what to do now. Did you want me to?" she gave the cock a few strokes, her confusion apparent. What was she even doing? She was just supposed to give him a blowjob. Why were they on the bed? Why were her panties not on her body? Why was her dress bunched up? What was going on?

Manuel sighed gently, sitting himself upright. He didn't want to waste time explaining: but given Ariana couldn't have weighed much more than 100 pounds, he didn't have to. Instead, he simply decided to position her himself. His hands seized around her waist and lifted her, moving her until she was set down on her knees level with his shoulders, facing towards the camera. Then his hand moved to her ponytail, that familiar tight grip, while his other hand rested on her back, so that when he pushed her head down, her back would be forced to arch over. He pushed all the way down until her head was level with his cock, then gave her an encouraging pat and released his grip.

But he wanted to wait until his cock was in her mouth before the final step, so he pushed his hips up, thrusting his cock meaningfully towards her mouth. “Just like before, whatever pace you like, princess,” he purred. “Use your mouth on me, get me all nice and wet again, that's it.”

Only when he felt her lips on him would he execute the final, most surprising element – reaching his hands between her thighs, taking hold of each, and pulling her over his face as he lay back, such that they were arranged in the classic “69” position, such that she could continue to use her mouth – and such that her virgin teenage sex would be positioned directly over his face. He licked his lips in anticipation: he really couldn't wait.

Again came the hands, and this time Ariana let out a little gasp. She felt her body shift, her knees going down on either side of her shoulder. Before she could even fully process this, he'd pushed her down. Her head dipped, her back arched, and she soon found her lips just brushing against his cock. She took a few seconds to realize that she sat on a bed, arched over some strange porn star's massive cock, with her sex just a little bit near his mouth.

Just like before, the cock pressing against her lips. Ariana nodded and moved, figuring that, unlike the very before, he would not be satisfied with little kisses. She reached up with a hand to steady the cock and sank her head down. This time, several inches, nearly a third of his cock, sank into Ariana before she gagged, letting the spit fly about the cock. Princess, get him all nice and wet again. She groaned as she worked, her head already bobbing. The ponytail swayed with each bob, moving back and forth across her back.

Hands touched again, though this time, Ariana felt them parting her thighs a little. Her cute little pussy lips spread delicately, almost like a flower unfolding. Just the tiniest bit of moisture hung on those lips, already brought about by Ariana's own heat. She shifted her hips as she adjusted to get into a better position. Ariana still had to hold the cock, but she bobbed her head further then earlier. True, she couldn't quite get all of him, not on her own, not willingly, but her ease had improved greatly, as had the amount of cock she could sink.

Ariana easily slid several inches along her lips, pressing them down. She then dragged herself all the way up, her lips puckering about his to end with a near smack as she pulled off. This was... almost fun, and hot, so hot, but she still couldn't figure out why they'd moved like this, what he was planning on doing. Ariana pushed it from her mind, figuring this was just some kind of position they did in porn. Her lips puckered as she shoved her head down the cock again, sliding up and down the first several inches, not even gagging, even managing to let out a little moan.

Any other time Manuel would have been impressed. In a matter of minutes, Ariana had already improved her technique so much. He had to assume that given a little more time and practice, she could become quite the competent little cocksucker, the kind a girl with lips like hers was born to be. Any other time he would have showered her with praise, or cracked a joke to the camera. Any other time he would have just laid back and enjoyed his blowjob. But this time – no, this time, her virgin pussy was staring him in the face, and mere inches from his noise the powerful scent of arousal hung in the air. That was what was going to assume his attention right now.

His hands reached up to grasp twin palmfuls of pert teenage ass – even that he couldn't savour in this moment, so commanded were his priorities by the desire to taste her – and steadily pulled down, dragging her hips into his face until his tongue could reach out and touch her. He laid his opening gambit: a long, steady, light lick along the length of her slit, just firm enough to squeeze the lips apart slightly, not so rough as to alarm her, though, he hoped. She was definitely moist: he could taste it on his tongue, and the scent lingered even after. Grinning wolfishly to himself, he pulled her tighter.

Initially, he was intent on seeking out her clit, his mouth focussing on the crest of her sex. Inhaling the heady musk of her sexuality through his nose, his upper lips pried apart her lower ones, and his tongue extended, lapping back and forth to work its way in, burrowing up into her in search of that hard little power button. He thought it would be the quickest way to stimulate her, though his tongue was so greedy that he planned on eating every inch of her teenage pussy before he was done.

The hands returned, and for a moment, Ariana nearly lost her concentration. She felt her cheeks spread, drawn apart by those insistent hands. Felt the air kiss her region, touching the puckered star of her asshole, drifting down to her just damp folds. Then something new: a long, sliding sensation dragged right along her sex.

Ariana let out a little moan, her eyelids fluttering as the new pleasure sent her body vibrating. just that little tongue felt so wonderful, igniting all the nerves along her sex, hitting ones that Ariana hadn't really known she had. She masturbated: you practically couldn't be a teenage starlet without doing so. In fact, many a night has passed with Ariana's face buried in a pillow while her hand delved into a pair of pajama bottoms, frigging away. Her fingers had danced and felt great, that little release always feeling good. This, this felt so, so, so much better.

Then a tug, and Ariana let out a gasp, losing the cock from her mouth. "What are you--" she managed before hot lips encompassed hers. Ariana's body slid, her cheek rubbing against the cock as she nearly fell. Her hands went out, gripping sheet in tight fists while she let out a little moan. She could feel lips parting hers, then something sliding into her walls, where no one else had dared go. A boyfriend had, once, played around, but he'd seemed to shy, just rubbing about while Ariana made noises. She'd always been sensitive down there, and, well, quite vocal. She practically sounded like a sexy jukebox, producing cute little moans as the tongue worked her.

It stretched inside and Ariana cried out, her back arching, her hair slapping her back hard. She felt her inner folds opening before him, gladly receiving the invader. This was going down? Why hadn't any of her boyfriends done this to her? Because this felt really damn great. No wonder guys always wanted to stick their cock in her mouth.

Right, the cock. Ariana looked over to it, panting. She pulled it with her hand, directly it to her mouth. she tried to bob, but her eyelids were already fluttering with pleasure, not believing what he was doing. That tongue seemed to be looking for something though, or maybe it was just figuring out which spots felt the best. Ariana felt her hips already starting to move, even as her loins began to melt from the sheer heat.

The taste of Ariana's arousal was exciting: to Manuel's mind, it meant the clueless little teen whore was actually getting turned on by being treated like this, manhandled around and forced to choke down a cock much too ridiculously large for her inexperienced mouth. It only intensified his hunger for her, his mouth lapping furiously between her legs, coating her tanned skin in a sticky sheen of his saliva as his tongue worked from the insides of her thighs all the way to the crest of her labia, then buried itself as deep as the thick muscle could work between her clammy folds, seeking out the little nub radiating heat within.

When he found it, he eased up only slightly, circling it at first with the tip of his tongue, aware that too rough an approach would be like a jolt of electricity. So when he did make contact, he used the flat of his tongue – it was a shame that from this camera angle, the expertise of his oral skills wasn't on show; instead, the camera had a close up view of his cock pushing up into Ariana's tear-streaked face – sliding it slowly, roughly across, then pursing his lips up to directly suck on her. To his delight, he could feel her hips bucking into him. It meant his hands were no longer needed to pull her ass towards him, and he could free them up for other pursuits.

His left hand remained on her ass, coaxing its way in between her pert cheeks, edging forward in time to the bucks of her hips, steadily advancing towards the tight little star of her asshole. His middle finger extended towards it, drawing a wide circle around the pucker with its tip, gradually spiralling closer and closer until it was pushing lightly, but directly, against it. He waited for her to react, and then timed it such that when his tongue raked over her clit again, deliberately trying to stimulate her past the point where her senses would fog, he then pushed, squeezing his finger to the first knuckle past the unbearably tight opening, curling into the shallow entrance of her asshole.

His right hand was busy making sure there would be no protests. Her attention to his cock had slacked off a little once he had started eating her out, and he had to show her that would not be tolerated. He gave a grunt of annoyance, and clapped the hand hard, very hard, across the side of her ass, delivering a quite vicious spank that rang out loud like a whipcrack and would leave a suitable mark. His cock stabbed angrily at her mouth, his hips driving himself upwards, and he delivered a second spank back across from the other side. To underscore his point, he then reached down his body and grabbed a hold of the ponytail bobbing between his legs.

Fist tight around the ponytail, he pushed her head down onto his cock, using his strength to easily overpower the petite teen, forcing her to deepthroat him once more. Her throat was so unbearably tight he had to go slowly, but he did not let up the pressure, and he didn't care whether it made her gag, cry, moan, or damn near pass out: he was going to fuck the dumb starlet's throat raw, whether she liked it or not. Of course, he felt so confident in his own abilities that he was sure his furious licking, nibbling, kissing, sucking between her legs would more than compensate for her in terms of pleasure.

His cock still couldn't quite bottom out in her, and he voiced his displeasure with another grunt, even as his tongue attacked her clit with a new round of furious licking, even as his finger curled enough allow it to slide deeper into her asshole, rocking back and forth to stretch the tight muscle gripping it like a vice. His hand released her ponytail – but only so that it could deliver another cruel spank, this one squarely on her right buttock, so hard he almost knocked her off him entirely, and then exactly the same, on the left. In the same motion he grabbed up the length of hair again, this time coiling it around his fist to give him a better grip, and with him barely allowing her time to recover what little composure she might have left, yanked her mouth down onto him again, this time straining hard to drive the full length of his thick, drool-soaked weapon past her tightness of her throat. He announced his satisfaction by burying his face deeper between her legs now, his tongue working back and forth like crazy to try to bully a climax out of her, his finger almost two thirds of the way deep in her asshole as he pistoned his hand back and forth, and yet his grip allowing her own face no respite. And all of it captured right there on camera.

Skilled licks worked all about Ariana's gradually melting sex. She could feel the tongue lashing her, driving her madder and madder with each go around. No, not just lash, just lashing, she might have been able to adjust to. Manuel worked her body like an expert, proving that he understood how Ariana's arousal worked better then she did herself. That questing tongue pressed flat and dragged, and Ariana felt a running shot of pure pleasure. The starlet's mouth left cock as she let out a throaty moan, choked with arousal. Once more those pretty eyes rolled back in pleasure, once more those pretty lips parted, once more her body trembled, giving way to him and his workings.

The hands, oh, those sinful hands never ceased. Ariana felt her cheeks parting, wondering what he could be doing there. Then the finger informed her. She gasped as she felt the finger slide within her hole, gasped while she felt the tongue lashing that something within her. Such pleasure rocked through the girl, making her tremble. Once more her hands gripped the sheets in two tight fists, this time her mouth moving to bite down. The next noises came out suppressed, throaty, almost guttural. It felt so damn good, that tongue lathering attentions upon her teenage sex, so good that Ariana barely registered that something had slid into the puckered hole of her virgin ass. The opening had parted for him, acting like so much of Ariana: willing and weak in the face of his onslaught. Tight muscles, trained by years of dance, had clamped upon it, rippling about. It seemed to squeeze as though the girl expected to expunge it, though all from reflex. For the finger filled Ariana, added a new sensation that drove her arousal yet further. Those fists tightened, that body arched, her sex trembled with a need that Ariana had never quite felt before: a bodily need, a womanly need, an erotic need.

All had meant that tending to the throbbing pillar of manflesh had gone forgotten, slipping the dazed teenager's mind while her world became the melting flesh that her sex had become. A loud crack, a sharp pain to her ass, made Ariana squeal again. The cock stabbed toward those pretty lips, and Ariana, dazed and desperate, shifted to once more place her lips around it. No sooner had they touched when her eyes closed in another moan, the heat from the slap coursing into her body, melting her sex just a little further.

A hand on the pony this time, making Ariana tense. Then down, and Ariana gagged and choked as her throat again took thick cock. More spittle flew, her eyes pinching shut, moisture coming from her. The thought of protest flickered in Ariana's mind, only to be smothered by the sheer want that filled her. If this was the price to pay for the feasting mouth between her legs, she would pay it. Though she could not bottom out, not from this angle. Ariana forced open her watery eyes, seeing the short expanse of massive flesh sticking out from the edge of her lips. She moaned, a moan only deepened as she felt the tongue again lash her sex, as she felt the finger within her ass wiggle and move yet deeper.

Her ass had not been prepared. That tight muscle simply had never even considered this attention. It tensed to expel the invader only to have her clit teased and another tremble loosen it. Then the finger would dive once more, stretching her. Ariana could only briefly wonder why the finger toyed with that tight hole, playing it, stretching it. It felt so sinful, so naughty, so taboo that it mixed with this whole experience. She was blowing a porn star. He'd gone down on her. Now he had a finger most of the way up her little butt. The thought alone drew another moan, another eyeroll from the increasingly aroused young woman.

Then another slap, one so hard that Ariana had to squeal. She felt her body slide, and felt her butt burn. Another, and she whimpered, pulling back, ready to protest, to call a stop. it hurt; she didn't like it, didn't like being spanked, even if she'd been naughty, even if the burning spread to her sex, threatening to truly melt her flesh. Yet barely had she begun to move when the insistent hand skewered her face upon cock again. Ariana swore her jaw dislocated, that she vomited slightly, that saliva oozed from her. Yet the whole cock skewered that pretty face, stretching those pretty lips, causing those pretty eyes to drip pretty tears while her pretty nose sucked in air.

The tongue lashed even more fiercely, and Ariana began squirming. What, what was he... oh God, the tongue kept flicking that little spot and his finger.... it was moving now, shoving into her, finger-fucking her tight ass. It still fought to grip and---and then it would shake as the sex trembled and shook and--all of Ariana began squirming, little noises bubbling from her throat, clogged by cock... cock that filled her even as she jerked her head, even as tears filled her eyes... each time she'd try to pull she felt the hand insisting, she would suck him. her lips pressed against it, feeling that surely this must be the end, for if not, surely she would not last longer. She felt something springing up within her. It felt... familiar? A climax? But calling this a climax felt... felt wrong, like calling what she'd done before a blowjob. This felt mighty, conscious shattering, and just with.... just with his tongue. Poor Ariana hadn't even felt something enter her, tease her g-spot, yet already she felt like she was quickly, ever so quickly, building to a mind-blowing orgasm, and she squealed her pleasure like a wanton whore, not caring that the camera caught it all.

In fact, as Ariana squealed, as her eyes started to roll to match the mounting pleasure, her gaze fell upon the camera lens, knowing that it captured her depravity for all.

The way Manuel was working at her, it was about more than pleasuring her: his tongue was raking her so angrily, it was as though he didn't just want to make her cum, but to humiliate her with how intense that orgasm would be. To turn her into a moaning whore on camera. And so he ignored her glugs and moans of protests, ignored the spasms of her throat when he thrust too deep, ignored the twitches of her body that told him her petite frame was struggling to take the thrusting violation of his hips: all he cared about was exacting the sweet victory of turning the pretty little teenager into his own personal trophy.

He could taste it rising, the impending arrival of a thrashing wave within her, taste it on his tongue and his lips, smell it, even his finger curled deep in her asshole could feel it: her whole body was humming for him. It wouldn't take much more. And so, he decided he could abandon the pretence that this was any longer about her doing a “blowjob” on video as she'd so cutely insisted, but rather about him getting whatever he wanted from her, with a camera right there to film it all. His finger popped from her asshole, his hand released her ponytail, and he grabbed hold of her hips.

Pulling his cock – so drenched in drool that it slicked off it like a melting iceberg – from her mouth, he pushed her hips off him, and flipped her straight onto her back on the bed. He rolled with her, coming up between her legs, his arms on her hips pinning her thighs to the bed, his bodyweight sufficient to trap her legs beneath him. With a smirk towards the camera, he lowered his face onto her once more, heading directly for her soaked pussy and beginning a frenzied series of laps and licks against her. His muscular body hunched over her, he was eating her out like he was dining on a sumptuous feast, and for the moment all she had to do was lie back and experience his talented tongue.

But his hands tight on her hips were a reminder of where the true power lay, as was the fact that this was all so unscheduled: nothing in the contract about this, they'd gone wholly off script. It would be a while before they returned to that script, he told himself, as he savoured every exquisite taste of her sex, his mouth buffeting her mound with rough kisses, his tongue slaving away deep within her, his eyes cast up along her body, watching her reactions with a wry amusement yet powerful intensity.

Again Ariana found herself pulled from the cock. The wet pop surprised her nearly as much as the drool that yet again splattered her pretty face. She gaped for air like a fish, even as she felt the trembles of her body betraying her. Hips shifted before she could even draw more then a shaky breath, her pert bottom bouncing upon the soft sheets. Dazed, Ariana stared straight ahead, her mind struggling to process it.

Bodyweight pressed her down, parting her further into the mattress. Ariana Grande's legs had been spread wide, forming nearly a "W." Each tanned expanse of tense flesh led down to a melting sex. That slender little slit glistened with feminine arousal and masculine saliva, a wanton display that barely spoke to its innocent status. It trembled with need, the lips practically breathing, practically panting as the girl herself. That pert chest rose and fell, the top of the two-piece dress seeming all the more obscene, just as the raised skirt that rested upon those well-formed hips. Ariana hadn't even stripped, yet she had never felt so aroused, so wanting, so horny in her young life. What was... what was the plan? She couldn't, surely she couldn't...

But he could. Ariana let out a quick "Omigod," her head lolling back, the tail again nearly lashing. For his head returned to the paradise between her legs, feasting upon a sex that many would have killed to gain access to. He didn't simply tease and kiss, he feasted, and Ariana felt every bit. She felt the tongue lashing her, drawing more moisture. She felt the mouth close about her puckered lips. She felt the needy kisses upon her inflamed loins. Her teeth clenched as she began ooing a sexual chorus in response, her oh so pretty voice turning into an instrument of sexuality. The moans and gasps and sighs and half-uttered words mixed with the noisy slurping of a man feasting upon a woman, creating a sexual song that would have caused instant arousal even had it not been for the wanton sight of the pretty starlet with the skilled man between her pulsating thighs.

Manuel's eyes would take in the rippling muscles of Ariana's body as she struggled to even handle what tore through her. Tight muscles clenched all throughout her, forming a near wave. She proved her dancer's form with each undulation, her body rolling against his. Those hands gripped the sheets so tight the knuckles went white. The braced the body that arched against him, the hips practically shoved into his face while the petite shoulder pressed down.

Then Ariana felt it, bubbling within. "Oh God, I'm I'm, I'm going to cum!" she said, the surprise evident. "Oh, oh, oh, oooh, I'm gonna, I can feel it," she thrashed, her head going from side to side, that tail of hair whipping her pretty face, getting stuck on the wet. She felt the intense orgasm building, threatening to crest totally and shake her to her soul. What... when had... she no longer cared. Ariana felt her body growing awash in the pleasure, her pretty lips promising a mind-blowing orgasm would soon be coming.

Her body was a vision, the way it twisted and squirmed on the sheets, lithe and tone, tanned and sweat-sheened, and still half closed, albeit with a skirt hiked up around her hips and a top stained with the spatter and wash of his sloppy fucking of her innocent throat. She was clearly in rapt awe to his power now, and he revelled in the sight of the beautiful Ariana Grande thrashing about like this for him. Her halting voice announcing her impending orgasm was like sweet music to him: of course she was going to cum, he was just glad she realized it too.

His tongue concentrated its final efforts on her burning clit, firmly – almost roughly – scouring a tight circle around the source of the heat, his whole mouth smushed into her sopping mound so deep his eyes could now barely see over the crest of her hips, his hands tight around her to pin her down to the bed such that his mouth could work its full magic. As she got closer and closer, he got faster and faster, not letting up for an instance as he tried to drive her past the final barrier and into complete submission to him. The tang of her arousal was heavenly to behold, and the sounds of her moaning made for a pretty, pleasurable soundtrack.

And when he felt she was finally ready, he squeezed hard on her slender thighs to pull her as tight as possible to him, and planted his lips directly on her clit, sucking it between his lips. His whole body tensed with concentration as he made sure she was pinned down so firmly she couldn't squirm out of his grasp, and that his mouth was angled such that it could explore as deeply as possible between those toned thighs.

Pleasure, such pleasure, such sinful, heady pleasure filled Ariana. It shot through her, building so fierce and sudden from her sex that her mind couldn't even fully process it. Her surprised gasps and words had fueled Manuel even further, something that the teenager hadn't thought possible. Surely it couldn't have gotten hotter, fierce, more frenzied. Yet Manuel proved her wrong quite surely.

The tongue lathered that spot, teasing Ariana's button. each pass sent another bit of pleasure into the mix, drew another little yelp of desire and delight from the writhing young woman. Each and every lick sent that shock, sent the pleasure shooting straight up into Ariana's body. It never ceased teasing that spot, circling, driving her further and further.

"Oh God, oh god, oh god," moaned Ariana, her head again thrashing, her eyes shut. She arched, feeling her hair slide behind her. "I'm, I'm, oooooooh aaaaaaah!" the scream tore out of her, yanked out by a mouth pressed against her sex. Ariana Grande screamed as an orgasm fiercer by far then any she'd inflicted upon herself, any that her pathetic boyfriends had worked through her body, tore through her, shattering senses as it went. It seemed to seize her voice first, turning those glorious singing pipes into a sexual frenzy. Ohs, ah, cries of pure pleasure and the words "cummmmmming," leaked at steady intervals, their delightful tone only slightly rasped by the singer's abused throat.

Her hips thrust into the mouth, feeling the heat as it completely surrounded her. Those impressive legs dug into the sheet, the heels sliding aimlessly across the fabric as the girl desperately attempted to shove her trembling, quaking sex into the mouth that drew the frenzy upward and onward. The girl squirmed and writhed, her body both wanting the frenzy and so desperate to get away. Yet she felt hands upon her, the hands, they yanked her tight, drew her button into a hot mouth. Ariana's writhing hips could only undulate, shove forward into his mouth, shove back.

Interior muscles Ariana had barely used shook. Her sex danced and spasmed with the utter intensity of it all, feminine, girlish cum leaking from her. Not a spray: Ariana might be a screamer, as her wrenched voice attested, but she was not a squirter. Still, her soaked sex nearly promised such results as it rewarded Manuel's efforts with the essence of Ariana's virginity. The girl's trapped pinned body almost looked like some sort of beautiful insect pinned to the carpet, unwilling or unable to move even as slick heels scrabbled, as hands pushed, as the head arched and whipped, hair getting everywhere.

It crested and seized, blowing out her senses, turning her taut for a second before the writhing continued. It seemed to not want to end, abating not fully, but into little trembling aftershocks that caused the lush, tanned body to quake and jerk as if she had experienced electrocution. Dazed dark eyes opened to try and take in the world, little bits of hair having gotten loose even from the tight pony, falling about to frame her. What... what had happened? Was happening?

This.. this wasn't just a blowjob vid...

Ariana lay there like some kind of debauched angel, radiant and beautiful, yet entangled in the aftermath of pure sin. Manuel admired the sight, his dark eyes drinking in the way her youthful body practically glowed with the results of all that repressed teenage lust bursting forth, but he wasn't going to tally long. The opportunity to seize much more was clearly at hand, and with the ditzy teen spaced out and still struggling to recover her breathing, much less what precious little sense she'd had even before he turned her into his personal cocksucking whore, it was not to be squandered in lounging around the bed. Pulling himself up from between his legs, he casually wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, still smeared with her sticky wetness from the almost explosive orgasm.

He crawled up the bed to crouch over her, and supported his weight on one hand, while his other hand wrapped around his still hard, still wet shaft, pumping it lightly as it nudged against her thigh. His face loomed close to hers, taking in the tear-streaked, drool-splattered ruin of her make-up, yet noticing how remarkably pretty she remained. He was going to enjoy twisting those pretty features up anew. His cock pressed against her lower stomach: looking down, he could see that at this angle, it was so long that it reached past her navel. It was obviously going to take some effort to get it inside her, but he was damned if he wasn't going to do just that.

His mouth lowered to hers and he kissed her hungrily. He could taste her on his tongue, and was happy to pass over that taste to her as his powerful body pushed her down into the twisted, tangled sheets, his cockhead nosing insistently between her thigh as he rubbed it slowly up and down in a teasing hint at her flushed, soaked opening. The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring her mouth just as aggressively as it had her pussy, and he now lined his cock directly, almost threateningly, between her thighs, pointing straight up at her body, the engorged head positioned right against the pucker-kiss invitation of her teenage sex.

The muscles of his powerful shoulders tensed, and he clenched his hips as he pushed into her, a grunt in his throat at the tension as his cock very slowly won the battle to force its way into her. She was almost unbearably tight: it was going to take all of his stamina just to get through this without spilling his load, but once he was inside her he knew he would be in control again. The kiss was drowning out any possibility of protest, and it was only when with a triumphant buck of his hips he succeeded in getting that flared tip to edge satisfyingly inside her that he broke it, grinning down at her first, then up to the camera second.

“This is what you want, isn't it?” he drawled, his thick accent somehow making the question ever more obscene and arrogant. As he spoke, his hand moved up her body, finding its way to her throat. Taking light, but firm grip, he established his presence anew, squeezing just enough to get her attention without choking her out, his thumb stroking against her neck where it met her collarbone, her pulse sounding against his palm as he squeezed harder. Nor did his hips wait for a response: they had already pulled back, his cock sliding free – and then pushed forward again, entering her once more, this time a little deeper, the thick drool coating both of them providing plenty of natural lubrication but the going still very slow as something so big and thick met something so small and tight.

“You want me to fuck you, don't you Ariana?”

The dazed starlet stared goggly into space, not sure what was happening, at least, not at first. She felt Manuel shifting about, the bed moving to adjust his weight. Then his face loomed before her. Her glazed eyes sought out the man that had wrought such pleasure, her lips moving to form words that she could not manage. No sooner had she begun then Ariana's words turned into a little gasp of surprise. Something thick, hard, pulsating had pressed against her, smearing against her skirt and throbbing along her bared navel: his cock, still hard, still wanting.

Before Ariana could speak or suggest, a mouth seized hers. Those pretty pink lips could only react as the aggressive man seized control of the pretty little teenager. His body pressed hers: Ariana felt herself sinking into the sheets, her own moisture teasing her pert rear. The kiss deepened, more aggressive then ever. A tongue laid claim to Ariana's mouth, staking territory and promising much. Ariana's own tongue moved almost reflexively, lazily meeting it. She could feel something pushing against her thigh, rubbing her.

The cock: it touched her sex. She could feel her trembling lips parting as if to kiss the incoming member, giving it a slight blessing of her last virginal juices. A shift, and Ariana felt the rounded head of his tip press against hers. The mighty ram lowered itself to her gate, ready to slam forward. Ariana's eyes went wide with the realization, her head starting to move. He denied it, denied her a choice that she didn't want to make.

Shoulders bunched, hips thrust, a cock pushed against a sex, and Ariana Grande, teenage superstar, felt a cock, the cock of Manuel Ferrara, enter her throbbing teenage sex. It slid between her lips, gliding across the wet folds as if a welcome guest. Ariana could feel her internal muscles squeezing, her tired walls pressing hard upon the invader. Enough play and activity had ruined her hymen, but still her sex proved impossibly tight. The incoming cock didn't care: Ariana could feel it stretching her still quaking tunnel. bit by bit the cock sunk into her willing body. Protests did raise, verbal ones that sounded like indelicate moans sounded into a pair of sealed lips. Ariana wanted to say no, that she was a virgin, that she'd been saving herself. Manuel didn't allow this, his lips closed, sucking the resistance from her well trained vocals.


The cock slid within, the head parting the lips. Ariana could not see her cute little sex stretched wide to fit an impossibly large porn-star cock. But she could feel it, could feel it stretching, filling. Thick words fell upon her ears, and she turned, her glazed eyes seeking his. She blinked, unaware of what she looked like: her makeup smeared, her pretty face flushed with orgasm, the cat ears looking so obscene atop her previously innocent little head. A hand closed about that throat and Ariana could only moan, those pretty eyelids fluttering. Moan and let out a little sigh as she felt the cock reentering her tight shaft. Wet walls again parted to allow entry, as the cock slid deeper still within the girl's folds.

Ariana let out a low moan, her body trembling. It felt good, but it shouldn't, she didn't... her body did, every hot inch of it wanted to feel this thick cock ravaging her as best it could manage. Ariana whimpered and shook her head as best she could, before it lolled back, a low groan leaving little doubt as to the want the poor teenager felt right then, how her body craved to be plundered by thick cock.

For all the exertion, barely an inch of Manuel's incredibly thick pipe had penetrated her thus far. The going was so tight that he had to change his angle, bringing his knees up to give his hips more leverage, and rather than simply stabbing forward and back, corkscrewing slightly in a circular motion, like he was trying to drill his way into her. But it was still very difficult, so he reached down and hooked his hand under her left leg, lifting it. He was glad she was such a dancer: the flexibility was going to come in useful, as he pulled her leg up against her body, hooking it up in the air, over his right shoulder. After all this time, she still had that black skirt on, and it made the whole thing seem somehow much raunchier, as though she hadn't even bothered to take off her clothes before letting him fuck her.

Like this, she was much more exposed, and he could continue trying to get himself more deeply inside her, bracing her leg against his chest with one hand. The other relaxed its grip on her throat, stroking up the line of her chin to her pouty lips. He slid his thumb into her mouth, grinning as he made her suck for his perverse enjoyment, marrying the thrust of his digit past her lips with another thrust of his hips that drove his fat shaft just a little further inside her. He had enough leverage now to start gently rocking his hips back and forth, though there was still a long way to go. He wasn't worried: they had time.

He grinned down at her, delighting as much in the power he held over her as in the glovelike sensation of her gripping his throbbing length so tightly. The little movements in her face, every flutter of her gorgeous lashes, every twitch of her full lips, all of them spoke of a woman coming alive beneath him, around him, all of them spoke of the possibilities lying ahead. He did not doubt he could get her to do just about anything for him. For now, though, at least, even something so relatively vanilla was so delightful he could scarcely breathe.

The hands again returned. This time, Ariana felt her leg lifting, going up. She moaned as the sensation tightened her loins against his sex, causing her pussy to squeeze. She felt the skirt roll with the motion, sliding just a little tighter, practically becoming a black belt of fabric about her lush waist. That sensation only made Ariana moan all the louder, her eyelids fluttering again. Such wanton depravity: how had she sunk so fast?

The hips thrust, and she could feel the cock again push, again stretch her needy sex. Surely he had to be halfway in: she felt so tight, the pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure. Hands, the hands returned, this time to her mouth. Again Ariana parted pretty pink lips, again taking a thumb into her, again sucking upon it. She soon gasped as the hips rocked, the cock twisting her insides.

Ariana moaned at the sensation, her hands returning to scrabble at the bed. This was what fucking felt like: so intense, so raw, so powerful. It drew such wanton noises from her platinum pipes, even as she worked those cock-sucking lips against his thumb. It forced her insides to quake, her muscles to seize, to grip, to contract, to ripple. So good, it felt so good as the cock slid about in her sex, stirring up more moisture, stretching her farther, turning pain into exquisite, agonizing pleasure.

Slowly, Manuel's thrusts were starting to increase in intensity and force. He couldn't terrorise the poor girl, but a certain amount of force was simply necessary: otherwise, the physics of his cock entering her just didn't work. His hand gripped her leg tight up at a sharp angle as he bore down on her, slamming his hips down and crushing her hips into the bed, then pulling back almost so the tip of his huge tool slid from her, then pushing back in again.

He needed more leverage, though, so he slid his thumb from her mouth, and reached down to pry one of her hands from the sheets where her fingers were tangling up handholds, reaching her arm up over her head, stretching her lithe body out as he rocked it with steady pulses. Then he took her other hand and tried to bring that up too, and when he encountered resistance, gave her a sudden sharp slap to the cheek. “Come on,” he snapped brusquely, “Come on, don't waste my fucking time.”

Taking both of her hands like this and stretching them about above her head, he could pin both of her wrists together against the bed in one fist, his other hand keeping her leg propped up. It gave enough purchase: his next, experimental thrust, was deeper, rougher, and he felt a tell tale give as her walls finally yielded to the pressure and allowed him to sink fully half of his entire engorged fuckhammer inside her. He grinned in obscene pleasure, muttering under his breath, “Fuck, so tight, girl,” casual and crude all in one.

He didn't allow her a response: he wanted to kiss her again, and because with her hands and body pinned, he could do whatever he wanted, did just so, devouring her mouth with a ravenous hunger for the taste of her sweet tongue, as his powerful frame begun thrusting more aggressively inside her, slamming his hips forward to drive her into the mattress, the tight grip on her wrists making sure she took the full brunt of each thrust. He wasn't just taking her virginity, he was annihilating it. By the time he was done, he wanted to rid her of every shred of her innocence – and if every shred of her dignity and self-respect had to go with it, well, so be it.

Each time Manuel's hips drew back, Ariana thought that perhaps they were finished, that he'd glaze her sex with his seed and they'd end. Each time, he shattered her expectations. Instead Ariana would feel the cock slamming into her a little more, feel her body rock against the sheet, feel another cry leave her throat, echoing into and around the thumb.

The hands moved, and Ariana blinked, her eyes darting, trying to figure it out. Hands went to hers, pried them free. Ariana wondered, and then she felt herself stretched. Her tight body stretched out, and she groaned as she felt him shift. Hands took each of her wrists, pinned her down, stretched her taut. Then a slap, one that had Ariana whimpering. How could she... what more could she...

A pin, a leg raised, and then pounding ensued. Ariana screamed as she felt his cock jackhammering into her sex. The walls, her resistance, her dignity crumbled before that mighty cock. It stretched, battered her resistance and slid more and more inches with each mighty shove. So much cock filled her that she let out a whimpering cry, her body undulating up to meet his. She started to move her lips, to protest the bigness, the fullness, to insist that the feverish fucking at least slow. Her foggy mind even formed full words.

Manuel took them. Took them as his lips pressed against hers, almost less kissing and more taking her lips. Ariana felt her body giving way. She was his fuck-toy; there was no control here, no resistance. Her body met his in its undulations, unable to escape. Her hands could not lower. Her hips could not shift. Her legs could do little more than scramble pathetically. A part of Ariana realized that this intense fucking was being captured on film, that people would see her squealing like a pathetic whore.

and her lips continued their sloppy kisses. Her sex gave way, almost slackening, her muscles unable to fight against the sheer pressure. he had to fill her; the sex wanted it, he wanted it. It would happen. His huge cock would ruin her tiny pussy and Ariana accepted that with an open mouth, allowing herself to be plundered by a man that overwhelmed her senses.

Pummelling her fragile form, Manuel was aware of how unfair the situation was: he had a foot and close to a hundred pounds on her, twenty years and thousands of professional adult scenes of experience; she was just a helpless teen starlet who'd got in over her head and was now being almost punished for it, so rough were the thrusts he was delivering on her. He was also aware that he didn't care: he wasn't going to let up on the little Latina diva, now, nor ever, and was in fact revelling in showing her her place. He was grinning as he broke away from the kiss, eyes alive with the pleasure of watching her delicate features thrown into such disarray as he pounded away, hands on her wrists ensuring her body was laid out for him like a piece of meat, her leg hooked up over his shoulder to give him easier access, everything working to ensure he totally dominated her with his size, aggression, intensity.

Every deep thrust drove more and more of his unbelievable length into her, even if a sizeable amount remained yet to work its way into the glovelike embrace of that tight snatch. It was so divine, how cute she looked with those little ears on her headband, yet how slavishly debauched, with drool flecking her black dress top and body arced in erotic submission. He loved the sounds, too: he was enjoying making her moan like a whore for the camera. Every time something he did elicited a louder whimper or groan or gasp from her, he made sure to repeat it, whether it was adjusting the angle of penetration or changing the direction of his corkscrewing, a sudden switch to counterclockwise, and then back a moment later.

He wasn't going to be able to hold this much longer: the feelings were too intense, his eyes starting to swim, his head to fog. But his porn star resilience meant he'd be able to recover quickly, so if he came soon it was no problem. Still, he wanted to make her cum again before doing so: once he'd made her cry out from this brutish fucking, he'd be happy to go a little easier on her, slow things down, switch to something softer and more romantic. It would be a nice change of pace. Until he tired of that – then he'd go back to fucking the little whore's brains out. He grinned to himself: sometimes, just sometimes, he was very happy to have been born Manuel Ferrara.

Those delicate features, emphasized by smeared makeup, crowned with girlish cat ears, continued to twist in pure eroticism. Ariana could not keep silent, a constant bevy of moans, cries, whimpers, and groans leaving her body. Each little twist seemed to draw a new noise from her. Just when she thought that she could feel no more, could have no more to respond to, he'd twist, he'd pull, and suddenly she'd be moaning like a wanton slut again. His cock seemed never ceasing, screwing, battering Ariana's insides, overwhelming her senses.

The twists, the turns, her quaking sex so full, it brought a familiar sensation within Ariana. She felt that pressure bubbling, seeming to have seeped up nearly out of no where. Why... how... surely she couldn't... not again? Yet her body grew warmer, her head foggier, her moans more insistent. Her hips rolled, trying to meet the thrusts in their own pathetic way. Ariana's range of motion had been severely limited by the position, but still she squirmed, unable, unwilling to hold still. Sexual electricity powered the little teenage dynamo.

Then a twist, it dragged against her. Ariana groaned, words coming: "I'm, I'm, I'm... again, I'm going to, cum again... oh God, your cock is so big in me and I'm going to, oh goooooowwwwd," she arched, feeling the pressure mounting tighter and tighter, no where to go but a sudden, blinding release of pure wanton energy.

“Yeah, you going to cum again, whore?” From indifference and coldness, Manuel now moved to smug taunting, patronising humiliation – even if that came with no noticeable slowing or lessening of the hammering of his hips into her, or relaxing of his tight grip on her squirming wrists. But he did accompany it with a smothering of kisses about her cheeks, lips, throat, neck, dazing her with a flurry of pecks and smooches as he leaned in closer. He wanted to confuse and confound: teasing words allied to affectionate gestures. And all of that allied to insanely raw fucking.

His cock had made incredible progress: though he was clearly not going to manage to fit all the way inside her – yet – most of his monstrous length was now disappearing into her tight grip on each pump, with his cock throbbing and aching for release now. He could scarcely wait for her to arch her back and cry out: once he had captured her release, he would be satisfied in unleashing his own. His tongue lolled for a moment and he had to struggle to control his breathing. This girl really was incredible: it took something impressive to make him blow this early. One, final, proud thrust, as deep as he could possibly force himself, almost fully hilting himself inside her, driving her body deep into the bed, his back tensing up as his hips clenched.

"Mhmmm," squealed Ariana as the man above her adjusted. He had control, knew it, wrung her orgasm out of her panting, writhing form. She could feel his hips hammering all the more upon her. It drove her pert ass even further into the bed, which would surely show the impression of their work for days to come. Each thrust sank into her molten core, driving the fire higher and higher.

As Ariana's back arched, kisses descended. They landed about her face, taking everything. Her lips moved when they could, though she mostly just let out a series of cries as her orgasm, another mind-blowing one, pulled further and further. Her head spun, still not able to process the fucking she was getting. Had Ariana been more in control, had she more of herself, well, this wouldn't have even happened, but she would certainly be panicking about now, demanding that he not unload himself into her tight teen sex, filling her with his manly seed.

Such thoughts were far from Ariana's fuck-drunk mind now. Instead, she screamed as an orgasm blew out all thought. Screamed as her body curled up to his. Screamed as the cock slammed within him, very nearly hilting his entirety within. Her interior walls jerked and spasmed, actively milking the cock. That lush teen body begged to be filled with the seed of the man who so effortlessly conquered it. Each little tremor, each delicate shake, demanded seeding. Those walls squeezed and pulled, tighter then ever, desperately sucking the cock within and begging for it to spray its insides.

Girlish juices already anointed it, adding their wet slop to the sound of their frenzied fucking. Screams and groans continued to leak from Ariana as she did. She shouted her sexual pleasure in a voice so raw that it spoke of something truly primal. Her body arched, jerked, sexual electricity again seizing the poor thing like a rag doll. Head swiveled, hair flipped, and her body tensed, all her muscles working toward passing the orgasmic sensation throughout her. Even her toes curled in her heels, even her fingers curled into her fists, even her ass clenched to raise: everything, everything served the orgasm that blew out Ariana Grande's mind and left spots swimming. it stretched, and she had a feeling something new would be added, increasing it yet further.

With an almost bestial moan of triumph, Manuel pulled his head back and sighed in contentment as his hips pumped once, twice, and then he unloaded. His cock was lodged far too deep inside Ariana to pull out, and he happily gasped as he felt it twitch and jolt like a bolt of electricity. Hugely thick ropes of cum splattered out, draining his balls almost instantly with the sheer intensity of the climax, slopping deep inside her, filling her so quickly he could feel it leaking out against him. He kept lightly pumping, slowing down until he was almost at a pause, yet holding himself within her, until every last thick drop had been worked out inside her.

Nonetheless, as completely satisfied as he in that moment, he knew this was just one step in a larger dance. He wasn't going to slump down in bed and doze off to sleep, or walk off to shower. Instead, he lowered himself down upon her gently, releasing her wrists and wrapping her up in his arms. Planting his mouth on hers he kissed deeply, his hand tracing a line from her shoulder up her neck to her chin, then pulled himself from her with a soggy plop of a sound, his softening, cum-glazed cock slapping against her thigh as he shifted to his side. That needed cleaning up, he decided.

He did not give her long to recover. Pulling himself up to kneel in front of her, facing the camera, he reached down and took a tight hold of her ponytail. He couldn't yank her about, but he did tug insistently to make her have to move into position: he wanted her to end up kneeling facing him, so that her cum-bathed pussy would be nicely put on show for the camera, so the aftermath of his fucking would be proudly displayed – and so at the other end, her mouth would be put to use.

“Clean me up,” he ordered simply, smiling encouragingly at her, but the tightness of his grip on her ponytail was less friendly: it made sure he positioned her mouth directly at his demanding cock.

Ariana groaned as she felt hot, thick liquid filling her insides. The cock, embedded so deep within her pussy, pulsed, her sex matching it, milking every last drop. Pulse after pulse unloaded the thick seed into Ariana's willing sex, and soon she found herself whimpering, still pinned, her body stretched before him, while his cock continued to dump every last bit of its load into her still quivering sex. They held that position, Ariana panting, Manuel leering, as the cock finished itself.

It was done. That meant they were done, right? No more shoot. Just slouch off to their respective corners and clean up, put this out of mind. No, wait, lips. Ariana dazedly kissed them, reflex guiding her own flesh to move along his yet again. She felt his arms encompass her, shifting to drop her own. Not that her tired limbs moved, not immediately. Kisses moved along, claiming her flesh. Then a pop, and sudden emptiness. Ariana's cute little sex gaped for a moment, bits of cum starting to leak out from her already. The little bit of white just showed among the reddened, flushed flesh, drizzling out like icing upon the petals.

Ariana, still dazed, felt the cock press against her thigh, softer, but still... hard? Maybe not as soft as she expected. A pull of her pony found Ariana moving again. She whimpered as she moved to her knees. Her sex moved behind her, the little petals on display. The rounded band of dress only made it seem more all the more lewd, debauched.

A tug, a command, and Ariana groaned. Still dazed, she lowered her mouth. A cute little tongue stretched from her, and soon she looked like the kitten that owned those ears atop her head. Ariana's head bobbed as her cute tongue lapped at the juices on the cock. She tasted the heady, salty flavor of his masculinity, like her boyfriend's but stronger, headier. Yet Ariana could also taste something else, something almost sweet, delicate, and she moaned as she recognized her own juices upon the cock. Still, the girl obediently lapped at the cock. After all, she had promised a blowjob vid, and, well, this seemed like the natural progression. Ariana's eyes looked up at Manuel, the glazed orbs asking if they were done, if the camera would stop rolling and they could move on with their lives.

Never had Ariana looked so naive.

Manuel smiled softly to her. She looked so damn cute with those ears bobbing back and forth as she licked, kittenlike, at him, cleaning the thick mixture of their collected lust from his semi-engorged length: even slightly softened, he presented quite a mouthful for her. Those big eyes were almost hypnotic: he was pleased she'd remembered his earlier instructions as they gazed up at him. His hand softly stroked her hair as the other clenched her ponytail tight, moving her as he pleased whenever there was some angle she couldn't yet get to. “Good kitty,” he whispered with a grin of amusement at his own joke. “Good kitty, lap it up, kitty-cat.”

He glanced at the camera, still recording. The timer on the side displayed the running time: they'd already gone past the allotted slot the contract had called for. That had been expected: he'd never really anticipated sticking to that limit anyway. But he supposed that perhaps she had, and he didn't want her agent showing up halfway through whatever smutty situation he decided to entangle her in next, so he looked around for her phone. She'd left it on the desk, so he gave her a pat on the head and pushed her off him. His cock, which had started to harden again from her attentive mouth, swung lazily in front of her face.

“Ok, now, be a good kitty-cat and come with me,” he instructed her, scoring his finger under her chin and rubbing his thumb along her pouty lower lip. Pulling himself from the bed, he rested his hand on the small of her back and guided her over to the desk, where he picked up her phone. He led her back in front of the camera, at the foot of the bed, and motioned for her to go down. “On your knees, kitty. Good kitty.”

He knew how humiliating it must have been for a grown woman to be talked to like this: it was precisely why he was doing it. And it was also far from the most humiliating thing she was about to endure. His hand returned to her ponytail, tilting her head back, and he pushed his cock towards her mouth. “Remember, kitty, no hands, eyes on me, you remember, don't you? Good girl.” He pushed his hips forward, cock stabbing for her mouth, hand unrelenting on her ponytail, until she would be forced to take him into her mouth once again.