Monday, 12 January 2015

Sunday night

Standing in front of him. Exposing myself. Drip on the floor. Our wooden floor. Feed it.

His thighs push against the back of mine. Bent knees. Filling me up. Fat little cunt. Filling me up.

Noise and squelch. Red with embarrassement. Plain red.

Full of cock. Head down and wanting. Upstairs now. Back on my knees and drenched. Coming everywhere. All over him. Soaking us. Some desperate mewling mess.

Watching him smoke. Please don't make it over.

I can hear him snoring gently next to me. The shadow of his body in the dark. I jerk myself off aggressively. Watching his chest move up and down. Listening to that peaceful breath. Heavy cunt. Pathetic and so hungry. I come and it's silent and lonely. It's content and then it's sleep.

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