She said.” Fuck me like I’m yours “. So, I treated like my own personal whore. Everything I wanted, she wanted more. Excited just to play, her intentions were explored. Tampered with and felt upon. I used her explicitly as her words couldn’t be hushed. She spoke of filth that intrigued a darker lust. She was a perfect lil slut. A toy is what she craved to be. A part of my sexuality. At times it got hard for us to breathe. As pants and gasps was a raw reality. As she took it well as I pushed myself inside of her with a tight grip to hold. Shortness of breaths needed to stop as she insisting I don’t. To forget her, I won’t. I fucked her until the ac got cold. Then turned it off and ate her as her soul was sold. The taste was sweet and addicting to the tongue. I can’t remember how many times I made her intensely cum. But I believe after a while she couldn’t help but to fall in luv. That’s when I realized the monster and I was as one. I was simply dicking down her pretty azz bcuz I could. Bcuz the way she whimpered my name spoke to my wood. Erecting my girth as it should. So, her? Again? I would. But it be more than just one night. My toes curled with her for the first time. As she squirted with a sigh claiming my time. But all that I have left of her is a moment in my mind…
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