why do i love the idea of making a fakeboy squeal and scream when she comes? i think i love the whole thing. the thrashing, the dripping wet pussy that i keep giving little slaps and rubs and pinches to, the way she flushes and loses her mind and forgets she's even human.
i love the idea that a fakeboy could lose 'his' mind so much over his nipples being tugged and suckled and bit that her cunt gushes like her tears want to... but t makes that hard, doesn't it? so i'll make you cry from your wet cunt.
don't worry. i'll make you feel good too. i'll roll my dick into you so sweetly you feel every inch and curve stroking you from the inside, so intentionally with such skill that you'll come apart on it. i'll rub my thumb lazily over that throbbing flushed clit you call a cock, applying pressure, making it so very clear to you that your clit feels good. and when you start pushing your hips back against my dick and getting wetter around me, i'm going to rub it harder. i want to see your eyes roll back and stay there until you've squirted all over my cock and lower stomach.
only then do i want to pull out and roll over with my hands behind my head and tell you to go on and taste yourself. and if you don't do it, i can help you with a hand on the back of your neck. but you did a good job, you deserve a taste of that hot traitorous little cunt too.















