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ting tong ping pong ding dong bing bang bong’ting tong ping pong ding dong bing bang bong’- this was the reflex, sensing the nature of the contents.the first thing then that happened, the moment i saw the first attachment, was, my sleeping penis suddenly shuddered, and shook awoke. the skin covering my pink berry slipped down into rings of gatherings just under the head of my pecker, exposing my innocent lychee to the boundaries of my inners, as my glans swelled up, growing thicker larger and heavier. there was reasonable commotion inside of my underwear, enough to make me change my posture, and i was semi erect.as my fingers swiped across the images, moments of you sucking my lollypop slowly tingled my blood and the beats of my heart. the first thought that came was, the phone in my hand felt like my dick, which I wanted to shove right inside of your mouth, deep down choke you in a jiffy just the way i had forced the dildo deep in your throat, which made you so suffocating and hard to even swallow your own saliva. in my head, i was like why is the phone not capable of replacing my phallus. as the images changed, i saw your petty face loving the juices running across my shaft, your eyes busy relishing the flavour of the spunk and spit of you and you lost in unquenchable suck lust. this made me fuck duck dick hard.i felt like forcing my now erect ready lund jorse in you. bang your face. face fuck you. snatch my dick from your hands, slap you with my other Hand, and stroke my self a few times, seeing how you crazily craved me, take my saliva on my fingers, lube up my naked skinless dick head, again masturbate a bit, and soon as you come back to your senses from the pain of my slap, open your eyes in the baffled state, id then pull my skin back hard and far exposing the swollen pinky inside with protruding veins and nerves, make my, now looking like a dog dick, galloping thick prick, ready to hit you on your lips. i’d spit on your face, and your eyes would, in the shock of the moment, jerk close as the reflex, and at that very moment, i’d shove my wet moist spit spunk lubed fat meat loaf fully inside your mouth reaching out to your throat, just like the way I shoved it for the first time, only this time the thrust would have been harder faster and way more forcibly.(as a matter of maltepe escort fact, i can feel my lund dew drops slowly and slyly sliding out, whilst writing this)then id pull it out, and again thrust back in. so hard and hastily that my abdomen slaps against your face and my testicles bash against your chin. id then force myself forward to drill in even more to totally suffocate you, that your eyes tear open in breathlessness as your hands try to push me away from your face, in an unsuccessful attempt of releasing you from the captivity of my hands which had locked behind your head pulling it towards me to heighten the impact of your suffering. and the moment they, your arms pause to gain more strength for the next attempt, i release your head off my clutches.i realise, how playfully were you caressing my dost, how lovingly were you sucking and licking my balls, how c***dlike were you exploring my b**st.. like how you were worshipping me…….. making me feel so good. feel so special. so God like.Oh dear how could i be so crude to my such naive submissive loving dutiful daughter, i think to myself? nah.so, i then slowly calming caress your face, cupping your cheeks, looking into those slightly watery eyes, unsure, whether those are tears or few dews of comforting relief. i smile, softly rub away the fluids, outpouring from the sides of your lips, the same spit spunk gel which pressed out when i thrusted and the remaining which came out when i pulled out my hot hard gooey torpedo. then i make you taste the thence scooped syrup from your face, by slowly and unalarmingly inserting my gel drenched fingers in your oral opening. you cautiously clasp my fingers with your warm wet lips, as your cheeks squeeze inward to slightly suck the coat off them. your tounge then swirls sways flicks around the fingers savouring the remaining fuck flavour. i can see it in your semi closed eyes, your eye lids wavering on and off, mostly shut as you suck in my fingers deep, also accompanied by the cozy soft pulpy flesh of inwardly squeezed cheeks rubbing along and against the length of the fingers, giving a slight imitated feel of how the inner walls of your vaginal passage would feel.you breath lands onto my hand, waiting at the door of your mouth; waiting for when you’d satiate your thirst escort maltepe of face finger fucking.i pull out my submerged limbs from your oral cavity.my dick is aching. throbbing pulsating and wanting to pound. u see me. see my dick. up close and so infront of you. you then see me again, maybe waiting wondering imagining what id do next, or maybe just blank, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, still somewhat not fully ready for the uncertain sets of steps next..did you like it? i i ask you, in a deep rumble.you nod, and along blink those silver lensed cat eyes, to doubly affirm your pleasure.your gesture ignites me again.do you want more¿i ask again, this time in a slight more confident voice, as my right hand retracts my foreskin.and your tounge rolls out , that like of a thirsty dog, as you greedily nod repeatedly with your eyes gauging my strawberry and the dripping precum over it.oh that unapologetic shameless hunger complemented along your subtle naughty smile of bliss, boosts bolsters and bloody boosts my fucking rotten ego.this cum deprived face cunt craves my dick. look at this bitch. she wants my semen. she wants to quench her thirst by my salty silvery sperm. look at her.oh my my. oh my fucking my,dear oh my goodness, my beloved goddess of goodness wants me. her servant.only i can satisfy her.only me.just my sperm. just my seed. just my salt. just my sweat. my spit spirit and my milk.- i think to myself. privately. pretending to believe that you will not know how wicked i am thinking of you.and i’m empowered. i’m humbled. a chaotic tantalising sense of victory achievement acknowledgement engulfs me. the feeling of acceptance mellows me.but then I realise, mellowing will not help me ejaculate!so I return back to the shores of my pseudo existence, rage like a b**st on the within; the feelings of mixed intensity and intent are beginning to cripple my sense of domination.i resume masturbating as i see you in eyes. it’s the sense of being wanted, being accepted, being loved, that fuel me pump my lund. i see how you are seeing. i see what you are seeing. i would love to know what you are thinking when you see what you see how you see; but I can’t be bothered much about it, for i want to pump press and pleasure myself.i rub and gloss coat your lips with my glans while maltepe escort bayan i continue to skin up and retract my foreskin. once i feel i have abused your lips enough with my phallic rub race, i extend my left arm to encircle you, pulling you even more closer to me as i bend adjust my knees a bit to accurately match your facial opening. i increase the speed of my shaking, my wrist bangs your face, everytime my hand jerks forward hitting your lips.maybe you know.maybe you don’t.but the evolutionary reflex of your womanhood automatically hints you to stretch expand and open more of your mouth. as your face hole psychologically prepares for the shower of my shake storm, you close your eyes in unsaid unasked joy, easing your head to trust my grip around it and rests in the plam of my left hand, your tangled pulled curled hair sway, lost in the dimensions of never such felt ambience.my thighs shiver, the vibration felt by your resting hands upon my legs. my grip tightens pulling your hair more so. i pull retract my skin harder, push faster forward, hasten furious ferociously fuck my meat hedonistically.and then, my love, i besceeh my eyes close, neck thrusting back, snarling, mouth wide open, my carnivorous teeth exerting out as my lips cheeks stretch back, the frowning brow, the multitude of skinfolds across my face emphasise the intensity of my cumming.and I, my queen, then ejaculate.i then, my daughter, fill you full of my seeds.i then, my slave, spit in your oral grave.i then, my love, pour in my honey.shuddering, shaking, jerking, vibrating i venom out.i then give a last tug to my lad, squeezing pressing pressuring to smooth out the last of the oils for your fillings.you, your face, your mouth. full of my milk and overflowing. some spurted in your hair, some slithered into the eyes, some floating down the nape, some wasted on the floor, some signing down on your skirt marking their presence forever. and some inside of your throat, gushed right in. first flight, when you were less adjusted to receive my gush. and then you rested for the rest of the spurts..i release my lock, let you loose, stand feeble, somewhat drowsy, but still awaiting your rating.a moment.two pass.i see you then.sitting there relaxing, savouring the silver salty sauce.eyes closed. velvet smile. clothed. innocent yet cunty cunning.oh my mistress.i submit to you.===From the memoirs of Satin Sinner.—This passage is a mix of English-Hindi.For foreign readers, the contextual meanings of non-english words used are -lund = dickjorse = with force

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