i love my vibrator. it has this setting that is perfect for me to get so high and edge myself to. i've been doing it for almost and hour. every time i think im about to finally cum it slows down and all i can do is helplessly grind against it hoping for a release
i got fuck so good last night. he was the biggest i've ever had and i feel empty with a cock filling me up. i love been a drunk whore im such a willing toy. who can i serve next?
I think people with huge tits are just asking to get raped, cause what the hell am I supposed to do? Not look at boobs bouncing with every step and imagine how they would look flailing as I rape you?
guy from previous post saw me scrolling on tumblr the other day and told me that he would buy me handcuffs and im not sure what he has planned but i think hes definitely going to try to use them on me. i cant wait!!! :3
(Started writing this when I was really horny, so far from my best quality work. If anyone wants it finished, let me know, and I might get to if I'm in the mood and/or the people desire it much)
Very into the thought of a dominant, hormonal teenage son rn
He's all pent-up and antsy since he hasn't had much time to jerk off in-between school, band practice, work, keeping up with his friends and little brother, sleep and many other cock blockers.
By the time school lets out for break, he's on edge 24/7. Constantly having to hide boners when a guy with a nice ass, feet, pair of lips, strong hands or bodily hair in general walks by. His morning wood taking much longer than usual to go down, if he's tired enough, he might almost walk down to the kitchen fully erect. Near obsessively thinking about ruining his hands all over his father's body, playing with his sweaty balls drenched in the sweat of a hard-working man, fucking the soles he's been on all day, resting his face over his dad's boxers and having his sense of smell be enveloped by his dad's ripe musk.
At some point, he's has enough of waiting around. His little brother is out for the week at a friend's place. His band is taking the first few days of break to rest and recuperate. He's using up his stockpiled sick days from his job - he was determined to get his fix today or else.
When his Dad gets home, he goes straight for the recliner, like usual. Not even bothering to get out of his sweaty uniform, only kicking off his old, dusty work boots. His son comes out from the kitchen and hands him a cool, refreshing beer that he quickly obliges. He's grateful to have such a caring son, always attentive to his dad when he gets home, none the wiser that same boy spiked the beer so he would fall asleep faster and harder than he normally would after a few long sips.
The son sits with his dad while he falls under, eyeing his weakening movements and lazy places towards him. At some point, he gets daring enough to slip his excited erection out of his pj's cockhole and start slowly stroking while watching the sluggish flaps of his dad's lips.
He springs out his of his seat the moment his can tell his dad is fully drifted off. His shirt and pants come flying off with him, and first thing his jumps for first is his dad's feet. Ripping off the socks and sucking on each fuzzy toe, licking and practically making out with man's meaty soles, slapping them against his face. He puts them together and starts vigorously humping them with his scarlet-headed shaft, busting a huge load as his dad's toes unconsciously curl around his girth.
He pulls the recliner out and tugs his dad's body down the extended length. He quickly undoes his dad's belt and pants and slids them down to his ankles, then his legs over his shoulder. A heavy waft of man hit his nose the moment his dad's, sweaty, hairy, musky ass, cock and balls are unreleased, the thick scent filling up the room. As he positioned his cock at his dad's middle aged hole, he unbuttoned his shirt and let his pecs get some much needed air.