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You cunt.
You cast me aside.
Being cast aside angered me.
Being cast aside hurt.
I think of you daily.
You cunt.
As I make love to her, you’re on my mind and in my mind’s eye.
I’m wearing a cock ring that makes my rather respectable member all the bigger. It swells and throbs. Over it I wear a tight, tiny, shiny, red, satin string bikini; Victoria’s Secret Second Skin Satin. My cock tries to stretch the fabric, but it constrains me. How can something so small, so delicate, so feminine restrain my bulging cock? No matter. I touch my cock lightly, tracing lines along it, feeling the hardening curvature and the veins of its shaft, and imagine that it’s your fingers.
We kiss. Her lips press against mine, our tongues dance, and we say nothing. I grab her ass, covered in satin. My satin cock runs against her satin cunt. She pinches my nipples lightly, twists them, and pinches harder. The sensation courses through my body. She pushed her leg between mine and knees my engorged cock. She wants to take control.
We roll over. I’m on my back. She thrusts her knee and thigh into my swollen cock. The pain is eryaman escort delicious. Her fingers torment my nipples. My cock swells ever larger, as if it means to tear through the satin. She bites my right nipple, pulls, and teases it. With her right hand she clamps my throat. I struggle.
My mind wanders. Images of you in satin and leather, harsh, yet tender, lusty, reserved, open, generous, and treating me like the slut I am. The sting of a leather gloved hand, please? Smothered by firm, round tits, please? Call me your cunt and tell me what a slut I am. Tell me I’m your panty boy. Make me your slave, if only for a few hours or days.
She climbs atop my chest and pins my arms. I struggle, but it only makes her press harder. Her legs should be in thigh high, heeled boots, but they aren’t.
She covers my face with her cunt and rides it. Satin, heat, wet, the feel of thickening lips on my face. Her hands grasp the headboard as she grinds away. I struggle.
She reverses position and smothers me with her satin ass. I gasp for breath. The weight of her body on my face and shoulders prevents me from escaping—not esat escort that I’d want to do so. She rubs and traces lines on my swollen cock. The precum has just started forming. I can feel it lubricating my cockhead and moistening the satin.
My mind wanders to images. A tight, tiny bikinied ass on my face. Heat, perspiration, delicious aromas. I’d been wrestled into submission and now I was the prize. A leather miniskirt, stockings and garter belt, and a tight, tiny ass in satin panties dominating my face. Tight leather pants smother me. Corsets. Leather and satin opera gloves. Silk and satin blouses a size too small, breasts threatening to pop the buttons. A waxed cunt getting wetter by the moment, the juices soaking the material. Attitude, pride, ferocity, tenderness, fury, dominance, arousal. A sweet, southern-tinged voice. Sex.
My tongue works her satin strong bikini to the side, exposing her cunt to my tongue. I lick and kiss as she grinds. Her breathing deepens. She moans. Her thighs tense and clamp on my head. Her cunt presses into my mouth. She cums with a loud cry.
I enter her. My mind ankara escort again wanders to images of an angelic face framed in red hair, brown hair, or blonde hair. No matter, it’s lovely.
Her cunt is wet, but tight. I take cock from my bikini. My balls, separated and constrained by the ring and divider remain inside the satin. I enter her. My mind drifts again.
Slowly, I penetrate her. She toys with my nipples. We look into each other’s eyes and I press my weight and girth into her. I can feel my bikinied balls pressing against her. My hands prop up my upper body. Slowly we fuck.
The cunt I’m thinking of is wet, hot, waxed, and greedy for my cock. Slowly it slides in. We talk. “Slut, whore; your cock is huge,” I’m told. Legs wrap around me. A hand slaps my ass and then pulls up on my bikini panties, urging me to fuck harder.
We fuck harder. We fuck slowly. My cock is buried deeply. My hands massage and grab a satin ass. Tongues thrust and dance. My nipples are bitten and licked. The fucking continues. Are you the other in this we?
We fuck. We kiss. The heat builds. My cock wants to explode. It wants to fill a worthy cunt.
You cast me aside.
You cunt.
I’ll be in A2 from the fourth week of February through the first week of March.
You won’t read this, more’s the pity.
You have my number.
Being cast aside angered me.
Being cast aside hurt.
You cunt.
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