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Wet Stories
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Straight Male / 31
Slut. My slut...My hand crushes her neck as I pull her towards me. She tries to protest, but I muffle her words with a kiss.She struggles. My hands still choke her.
She gives in. I know she would - she is a cold dominator in the eyes of the world. Yet hidden deep down is a wanton submissive fucktoy.
We kiss with savage passion. My left hand takes grasp of her dark patchy hair and pulls it to the point of tearing. My tongue shoots into her mouth. She bites with zeal. Right hand darts down her body. I pinch her lower D sized boob through the clothes and slide my hand underneath the button of her loose jeans, underneath her panties. To her unshaven expecting c**t.
I crush her clitoris between two fingers. She moans surprised into my mouth. Her hands, frozen angrily on her flanks, begin slapping my shoulders. Awkward position, but no one wants to back out.
After a while her body goes limp. Weight falls on my fingers. I realize that they are the only thing that keeps her from crashing down. Her pelvis rock back and forth. I can feel the sweet moisture flowing from her c**t on the tips of my fingers. She is screwing herself on my fingers. My cock has never been this hard. Fuck her. I push her and she crashes on the bed, panting with desire. Her legs are spread lusciously. A small wet spot is forming at the bottom of her jeans.
What are you waiting for?
I remove my T-shirt and jump on her. Touching her boobs is the best thing ever. I pull her black bra up and sink my teeth into them. She moans half-surprised, half-ecstatic. I bite again. Harder. I pull wildly her pink nipples. Her small hand has crawled back to her clitoris. She is shivering with an orgasm.
I kiss her like this is the last thing I will do. She bites my lower lip. I feel my cock pulsing. I want to violate her, to hurt her, to make her my slave. She wants it. We are two sick animals, who have forgotten everything human. The only thing that matters is our savage passion. Her hands shove me with unnatural strength.
I slap her hard. There is defiance in her eyes. I clutch the waistline of her jeans and pull down savagely. Pussy is dripping wet, legs spread wide. My hands lock around her neck again. Her tiny fingers try to unclench my hold. She exhales in shock. "Who is your master?"
Fuck you. I pull her left nipples to the tearing point. Then I shove four fingers in her waiting hot box. She cries like a wounded animal. The tight walls crush my fingers. She is waiting like a doll with its strings cut.
She is my whore. Only mine!!!
She gives in. I know she would - she is a cold dominator in the eyes of the world. Yet hidden deep down is a wanton submissive fucktoy.
We kiss with savage passion. My left hand takes grasp of her dark patchy hair and pulls it to the point of tearing. My tongue shoots into her mouth. She bites with zeal. Right hand darts down her body. I pinch her lower D sized boob through the clothes and slide my hand underneath the button of her loose jeans, underneath her panties. To her unshaven expecting c**t.
I crush her clitoris between two fingers. She moans surprised into my mouth. Her hands, frozen angrily on her flanks, begin slapping my shoulders. Awkward position, but no one wants to back out.
After a while her body goes limp. Weight falls on my fingers. I realize that they are the only thing that keeps her from crashing down. Her pelvis rock back and forth. I can feel the sweet moisture flowing from her c**t on the tips of my fingers. She is screwing herself on my fingers. My cock has never been this hard. Fuck her. I push her and she crashes on the bed, panting with desire. Her legs are spread lusciously. A small wet spot is forming at the bottom of her jeans.
What are you waiting for?
I remove my T-shirt and jump on her. Touching her boobs is the best thing ever. I pull her black bra up and sink my teeth into them. She moans half-surprised, half-ecstatic. I bite again. Harder. I pull wildly her pink nipples. Her small hand has crawled back to her clitoris. She is shivering with an orgasm.
I kiss her like this is the last thing I will do. She bites my lower lip. I feel my cock pulsing. I want to violate her, to hurt her, to make her my slave. She wants it. We are two sick animals, who have forgotten everything human. The only thing that matters is our savage passion. Her hands shove me with unnatural strength.
I slap her hard. There is defiance in her eyes. I clutch the waistline of her jeans and pull down savagely. Pussy is dripping wet, legs spread wide. My hands lock around her neck again. Her tiny fingers try to unclench my hold. She exhales in shock. "Who is your master?"
Fuck you. I pull her left nipples to the tearing point. Then I shove four fingers in her waiting hot box. She cries like a wounded animal. The tight walls crush my fingers. She is waiting like a doll with its strings cut.
She is my whore. Only mine!!!
