[drRomantic] poemy guy (NSFW) (rough) (throat)
Added 2024-07-17 17:00:56 +0000 UTC[You're at a clinic. My clinic. You're on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the operating table. The tip of my dick is just a little salty and you see my balls get closer as I fill your throat slowly and with a sense of ownership. I remind you that you have two perfectly good fucking hands too as I play with your tits as your throat becomes one with my cock. I remind you to breathe through your nose and your spit feels like a warm blanket around my erection. I slap your tits and say things like] I love giving myself to you. You take such good care of me. I love how it feels with you. Don't stop taking my cock please. Please. Please. [And I fuck your throat and I slap your tits and you can feel how much I care about you when I cum all over your beautiful face and use my cock as a spoon to help feed you every last drop. You can taste the gratitude. Lay with me now and then I'll make you a latte and you can return the favor and soak my smile you filthy angel]
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Oof. The Doctor is in. I would love to make an appointment, though I’m sure there would be an extensive waiting list to see the good Doctor. After reading, I have a fever and tickle in my throat. A home remedy with the good Doctor’s audio recordings always makes me feel better.
Christian B
2024-08-16 19:26:46 +0000 UTCmmmmmmmmm blushing and drooling at my desk craving the aching, agonizing and satiating feeling of being [used] trying to guesstimate how high my kitchen table is… *texts fiance*
lucia
2024-07-18 17:42:03 +0000 UTCSo kind, Megs 🥹!! And right back at ya 🫶🏻
caroscope
2024-07-18 11:41:22 +0000 UTCCaro, I could never be mean to you darling. You’re too precious, and your brain is way too cool.
QQMegs
2024-07-18 08:38:27 +0000 UTCNo you are! 😘🫠 Epically amazing! 👏🥵
Lina
2024-07-18 06:08:26 +0000 UTCI really hate when people expect me to “live my real life” and it keeps me from playing with my slutty friends dammit. Especially on skull fucking day! Rude as fuck. Your clinic, your operating table, your mouth, your throat, your tits, your cunt. Take them, they’re yours. My cock. Give it to me, it’s mine. “Luckily I like salt,” I ponder lazily as I swirl my tongue around the head and curl my tongue around the veins on your shaft as you slide MY cock through the gooey slick spit into the hollow tube of my throat. “Does my hair tickle your thighs like yours is tickling my nose?” I wonder vaguely, mostly distracted with the taste of you and the sensation of you stretching my throat and blocking my airways, but trying to use all my senses to take you in. You, as a full sensual experience. It’s your skull. Yours, for your pleasure. You growling at me to use my two perfectly good fucking hands lights my brain on fire, and the fire spreads to my throat [feel the heat?], esophagus, abdomen, and to my throbbing cunt, and my thighs slam together and my back arches, shoving your dick further in and now I’m breathing it into my trachea and tears form in my eyes and I’d cry out [in rapture] but I’m gagged on your thick cock. My thick cock. Mine. My hands reach up to grab your hips, just to feel the muscles and sinews move and roll under my palms, then slide back to your ass. I feel your big hands reach out to tweak my nipple [your favorite of course] and as you cup them both I see them in my mind’s eye, your long fingers squeezing the mounds of my tits. Your tits. Yours always. My fingertips trace the crack of your ass as you pump in a smooth, familiar rhythm. You feel my tears track down your thighs, mixing with the sweat to polka dot your scrub pants and you remind me to breathe through my nose as I gag and squeeze you and my mouth floods with drool for your cock to swim in, like an aquatic missile seeking its target in the deepest, darkest, coolest part of the ocean. I feel the sharp sting of slaps on my tits [baby, harder, MORE], and hear you rumble out love and worship incantations. And in my mind I repeat them back at you, and out loud I moan and cry and whimper and scream breathlessly but the only discernible noises are gagging and gurgling and slurping. My dick. Mine. Made for me to milk. I feel the muscles of your ass cheeks tighten around my fingers and I close my eyes and clench my thighs to my pussy in preparation to feel you shoot warm ropes of cum across my lips and cheeks and eyelids. I lick my lips and my pussy clenches on itself again. So empty and needy for you. I can feel your [my] cock slide through the cum on my face, and I lick it off the softening tip over and over. More. Please. Please, more. There’s never enough. Not of you. Make sure to clean up the rest of my face with your tongue so you can lick it up into me when you get down there drBabyBoy. My cunt is jealous of my chin, and that’s no good. A latte sounds lovely. Always. Not too sweet darling.
QQMegs
2024-07-18 04:49:16 +0000 UTCMama Mia 😮💨🥴
Kari Jo
2024-07-18 01:24:49 +0000 UTCI think I now identify as a slip and slide. 💦
Kim
2024-07-17 22:13:11 +0000 UTCGawd dayum 😮💨
Nikkiluv
2024-07-17 22:07:55 +0000 UTCsay please again why don’t you
Ermine
2024-07-17 21:55:54 +0000 UTCDeep throat romance [poemy] [rough] [throat] [dom/sub] I met your cock before I met you. Or was it your voice? [No, not you DrDarling, not this time] The two of you had seen the two of us two walk into THAT ROOM. How you found me in the pitch black among all the other bodies, I’ll never know [yes, it was THAT kind of party]. But I do remember the taste of your stupidly hard cock and the sound of your rich deep voice, as you good-girled me for the first time in my life. So when you said “Meet me on your own” and our number twos held that door wide open, I was never ever going to say anything other than “Yes, Anthony”. [not your real name] “On. Your. Knees.” “Yes, Anthony.” “Is that understood?” “Yes, Anthony.” “Good girl.” That’s when this angel found herself fall deep, in almost every way an angel can fall. I hadn’t known I’d wanted to, I hadn’t known a great many things. Like how much time I was about to spend on my knees. Like how my throat could weep spit the way my pussy wept cum. Like how choking makes my eyes tear up [“You look so pretty like that.”] Like how you’d make my adoring eyes look up into yours, as you buried yourself inside my throat. Like how much I fucking loved it [but only with you]. Like how much I fucking loved you. My banshee hated you. She wanted to scratch your eyes out - maybe I should have let her. I wonder if you still think of me sometimes. Or if you’ll think of it at the end of the world: of your cock loved by an angel’s throat.
Katakora
2024-07-17 21:54:32 +0000 UTCthere’s lattes and spoons and I momentarily forgot what page I was on.
toastyy.design
2024-07-17 21:13:26 +0000 UTCAs I take a sip of the warm, frothy latte, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. The rich, creamy liquid fills my mouth, and I savor the taste as it slides down my throat. I'm reminded of the connection we shared earlier, the way our bodies moved together in a dance of passion and desire. Lying next to you, I can feel the warmth of your body against mine, and I know that this is just the beginning of our night together. I reach out to stroke your cock but you grab my wrist and pull it away as you slowly slide down my body taking it out of my reach. I feel your mouth take in a nipple and gaze down at you. As our eyes meet, I can see the hunger in yours, a reflection of my own desire for you to continue. I feel you place small gentle kisses down my torso, over my stomach, to my hips, to my thighs. They go down one leg then up the next until you reach your goal, my cunt, already dripping for you. I run my fingers through your hair as I feel your beard tickle my inner thigh. You smell the longing ache I have for your mouth, and finally give in, making out with my pussy like two teenagers at a drive-in. As you taste me, I can feel the heat building within me, the passion and desire threatening to consume us both. I squeeze your head between my thighs as I cum, soaking your beard in my juices. That doesn't stop you though as you continue, adding 2 fingers inside me. As soon as you curl them & hit our favorite spot, I quickly cum again bathing you fully in my essence. As I come back to earth, you crawl back up to me giving me a taste of your hard work with a passionate kiss. As we lay together, basking in the afterglow of our shared pleasure, your fingers trace lazy circles on my skin. We drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that we're both lost in a world of sensual pleasure that we've created together where we'll wake & start all over again.
Lina
2024-07-17 20:52:50 +0000 UTCRight? They say an apple away keeps the doctor away. Explains why I haven’t had one since march
Delicada19🫀
2024-07-17 20:07:42 +0000 UTCdrRomantic….LE SIGH…. Flynn who?
Bama Angi
2024-07-17 20:06:59 +0000 UTC
