... said with more anger than sincerity. Carly was still catching her breath and didn't reply, but her gaze told Sam she was right. "Fine then, bitch. Open your fucking legs!" Sam said with growing authority. Carly didn't know what was coming, but she did as she was told, still enjoying being talked down to. Soon, Sam was standing between Carly's legs and started pressing on Carly's clit with her heel.
"Unh." Carly grunted, the as the pressure pained her some.
Sam slid her foot from Carly's pussy and felt a dampness. "You're wet already? What a slut." Sam then forced for foot into Carly's pussy starting with the big toe, and pushing all the way to the heel. As she did, Sam's toenails scratched at Carly's vaginal walls, but Carly was enjoying the pain. It was Sam's foot that was doing this to her. That alone was enough to make her fall in love with the sensation.
Sam removed her foot slightly from Carly's vagina, but when she did, blood came out with it. Carly's hymen was broken by Sam's foot, and she didn't care. Sam had made her happier than she had ever felt before. Carly's legs contracted. "Sam, I'm about to—"
"Don't you dare, slut!" Sam yelled. "You're not allowed to cum anymore unless I say so. You have to beg!" Sam removed her foot, and clenched her fist. "And I want you to cum from this!" Carly smiled at the idea, and got on her hands and knees. Sam rubbed her fist at Carly's vaginal ...