Bitter man

"What are you thankful for?"

"Thank you for fucking me. Thank you you for letting me suck your cock"

His hand wraps tightly around my throat and he pushes down hard. I choke and cough.

Such a ragged and selfish fuck. He lacks the skill he thinks he has, but he talks a damn good game.

"Your face looks so pretty when your mouth is full of cock".

I gag and wretch. My eyes stream. His effluvium tastes so fucking sweet. It's moorish and divine. His cock is perfect to fuck and suck and he rags my hair and smacks my face. He's not as good as he thinks he is... but he's good enough.

The ex-cop

You take me out with drive around, talking about politics and crime and the state of the nation and then you fuck me with your hands until I gush all over the leather seats in your car.

I don't remember your name.

Anal fixation

Weighted clamps hang from my small sore little nipples. He tells me to spread my legs and put my palms on the bed.

Crack as he opens the bottle. He runs his fingers between the cheeks of my arse. Smooth and slick he slides between the puckered flesh and starts to stretch me out. A slow hard push. No stretch. It makes me gag.

He fucks my arse. Clean and unceremonious. Deep and uncaring. He holds my hips tightly and pushes into me hard. It is a bliss and a trip out. I am happy. He is happy. He is happy. That's what matters.

Another time, another place. He pushes the inflatable plug into my arse and cranks it wider as he licks my cunt. Full and aching, desperate for a fuck. I do my best not to try and push his head into my aching cunt. Drop drip. Just fuck me. On my knees, so full, ragged constant thrusts, make me ache and cut me up.

Cut me up. Fuck me. fuck me.  I come several times.