Toys spread holes wider and easier and make other holes tighter. This is a fun game. I come as you expand and finger me.
You're finding your feet now. You're gripping my face. It's hard to resist sliding your cock into my mouth when it's inches from my lips, and my head is in your lap. Yours touching me, groping me. You're starting to really get off on the force and direction. You feel so hard in my throat. You mutter expletives and breath heavy.
Later on, I'm on your bed, naked wet and wanting. You lean across my shoulders and repeatedly fuck me throat. You tell me after what ticks in your brain. You say you like the look of lust in my eyes and then that devolves into fear as I start to choke for breath. You say I smile sometimes, when you pull back and let me breath. I'm sure I do. It's all a wash of beauty and desire for me. The control and the fear are gladly received.
You call me a slut and a whore and desperate and it's true enough, I'm probably all of those women right now.
You come hilted deep in my cunt. Your body a crumbling, bent, sweat dripped, mess of pleasure. My eyes are wide and lost. You make me climax aggressively, by stretching me out again. The evening comes in full circle.
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