It's like when you grab stale bread
Added 2024-07-11 15:54:24 +0000 UTCYou expect there to be some give but it's just stiff, wooden rock-hard. It's kind of fascinating. So you suck the tip over the sheets. Now you can see the outline of the head through spit stained bamboo.
"Enough" I say out loud my right hand maneuvers your mouth away long enough so I can give my cock some air [but not too much]. Taste my skin now. I want to skewer your whole fucking being. When my balls slap your chin I want my cock to poke your soul a little. You're full of my dick from mouth to cunt like a shish kabob of cock. Your drool coats my scrotum like poison on a blade.
I find the perfect rhythm to fuck your face and you drink so much of me up that you're not even thirsty after. The difference between swallowing and gulping
[now do you want me to make you an omelette for breakfast or is my baby going to start her day with a creampie?]
Comments
Shish cockbob ????? Am I wrong for this lol
PoetiicJustice
2024-07-14 04:02:08 +0000 UTC😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨 Guess you were AWAKE.
QQMegs
2024-07-13 14:34:12 +0000 UTCApparently, 4am is when creativity hits. 🤷♀️ The night stretches endlessly, my mind refusing to quiet down. I've been awake for hours, my thoughts racing and my body restless. The room feels like a cocoon, wrapping me in the stillness of a sleepless night. As light starts to creep in, I find myself lost in the hard meaty cock staring back at me through the sheets. The way your desire commands my attention grounds me in the moment. I marvel at the rigidity, the way it defies expectation, and it captivates me. My mouth works over the tip, savoring the sensation. The sight of your arousal through the spit-stained fabric sends a thrill through me, a reminder of the connection we share. "Enough," you say, your voice firm and authoritative. Your hand gently moves my head away, allowing a brief respite. Your words are like a lifeline, something to focus on amidst the chaos in my mind. I taste your skin, feeling the heat and the pulse beneath, anchoring me in the present. As you guide me back, I lose myself in the rhythm you set, the deliberate pace that draws me deeper into our shared experience. The physicality of it, the raw, unfiltered connection, pulls me away from the sleepless void and into the here and now. Your desire to fill me completely, to claim every part of me, is intoxicating. The drool that coats you is a testament to my submission, my willingness to be consumed by you. Each movement, each thrust, is a reminder of your control and my surrender. When you finally speak again, the options you present hang in the air, teasing me with their possibilities. My body hums with anticipation, and despite the sleepless night, I know exactly what I want. Fuck me senseful & fill me deeply. Hold me as I fall asleep. We'll talk coffee & omelettes in a few hours.
Lina
2024-07-13 08:18:34 +0000 UTCI don’t need to suck your tip to see its outline That image is saved clearly in my mind Making fingertips restless, longing to caress And lips looking for their lost partners in crime Let me stroke you and my throat will murmur Dirty words will start to spill from my mouth My lusty need that grows the more I worship At the temple of that magnificent cock Exposing that idol, the focus of my praise I swear my eyes would happily linger all day But because I’m feeling greedy, as I often do Please, please, just let me show devotion to you.
Catherine
2024-07-12 18:05:33 +0000 UTC“I want my cock to poke your soul a little.” “You're full of my dick from mouth to cunt like a shish kabob of cock.” Y’all ever read or hear something and feel it in your back?? This man speaks (or writes) and his words are like bullets hitting me right in the spine.
honey
2024-07-12 02:16:21 +0000 UTC"Music to my cunt" Jesus, Meg. I could quote my other favorite parts back to you, but I'd just have to c/p the whole thing. Brb I need a drink. 🫠
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-07-11 22:33:51 +0000 UTCHeyyyyy lovely! If you feel led to share, your thoughts are welcomed and appreciated here. No one else has YOUR spectacular mind. 💚
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-07-11 22:28:34 +0000 UTCMaking me out here wanting to fuck a baguette and shit. I swear. It’s fine, I already love bread. This is like 6 chapters long guys, I’m sorry-ish. This is the best birthday week ever. I roll over sleepily without opening my eyes and kiss your shoulder as I get up to pee. I hear you grunt and know you’re watching my naked ass walk away. When I come back in, I see a fun-looking lump in the sheets and I slide my hand up your thigh and my eyes pop wide when, expecting to find a little morning muffin, I instead find a whole fricking loaf, but gone rock hard stale. I explore the shape of it with my fingers through the sheets, but it just looks so fun so I bow my head and take the tip in through the sheets. I let my spit soak through, and explore the texture of the sheets with my tongue, feel how different it is from the usual silky smooth and soft head of your cock. I suck in air around the head, making the sheets suddenly cool, and watch it stretch even further, feel your thighs tighten under my hands, imagine the veins on the shaft throbbing to send more blood to heighten the sensation across the nerve endings. Your sharp intake of breath is music to my cunt and I drool more onto the sheets and grind my now wet pussy down onto your calf I’m straddling. “Enough” I hear you growl and I try to clamp my lips onto you through the sheets but you pry me away, rip the sheets down, and guide yourself into my hungry throat so smoothly it’s like it was custom made as a sheath for your dick. I curve my tongue into a groove made just for you and hollow out my cheeks to make my mouth a fuck tunnel, a toy for your use, your pleasure. I picture a sign that says “For Doc’s Cum Only” planted on my uvula and I giggle onto your dick; I immediately taste precum and get serious again fast as my back arches in need. I hold you there for as long as I can, just holding your hips to my face, feeling the tears gather because I can’t breathe, smelling the skin of your pelvis, so close to my nose, feel your balls on my chin, getting wetter and saltier from drool and tears and sweat. My pussy is clenching and throbbing and jumping at your leg, leaving more wet spots on the sheets. I feel your cock in every part of me, like it’s learned to soak into my bloodstream and is fucking every cell of my body, like millions of tiny orgasms are wracking my body, making me writhe and moan. God baby, I’m so desperate for you. I need your cum like plants need the sun. No, like a vampire needs blood. No, like a junkie needs their next hit. All of those. You sustain me, feed me, and hold me hostage for the taste of you. As we settle into a rhythm that lets your thick hardness grind and slam into my skull with each stroke, but comfortably, I slide one hand down under to cup your balls and slide a finger into your ass crack to grind against from the back as you fuck up into my wet greedy lips. I slide the other hand up to lightly press the sides of your throat, looking into your eyes to check it’s ok. You grab my hand and press the fingers tighter to the sides, cutting off that blood flow just a bit. I feel you somehow thicken even further against my tongue, and I can’t help but grind harder on your leg and I moan and mew and whimper and cry because it all feels so good and you taste like warm heaven and your hand grips the hair on the back of my head and I press the fingers on your throat a little tighter and your hips snap up hard and I cry “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” unintelligibly in the space around your cock and I stiffen and gag and cum and cry and gulp you down like the cum hungry slut you turn me into. Only for you. Only for you do I turn into the kind of woman that would get off humping a leg like a naughty puppy. Only you do I have swimming in my stomach and my bloodstream. Only for you do I drool and scream and pant. I want the omelette, for protein, and I need some fucking coffee almost as bad as I need you. I’d love spinach and feta with pancetta if possible. And maybe some toast, I’m now craving bread. I will be expecting dessert when we’re done and I’ve recovered. [I still have two more holes you haven’t filled yet.]
QQMegs
2024-07-11 22:20:28 +0000 UTCShish kebab of cock belongs on a shirt 😂
Casey
2024-07-11 22:13:26 +0000 UTC🥵🥵
Delicada19🫀
2024-07-11 21:52:32 +0000 UTCWe have to choose? Rude. Both. I want both.
Carrie
2024-07-11 21:47:23 +0000 UTCTaste my skin now. Taste my skin now. Taste my skin now. GOD. That salty, *umami* taste of flesh and pre-cum. The fingers that dig in your scalp. Seeing your torso twitch and your breathing increase and your teeth grit. Looooorrrddddd Doc. Make sure you hydrate before our greedy hands and mouths and cunts milk you over and over and over…..
Bama Angi
2024-07-11 21:41:17 +0000 UTCding, drRapture’s Clinic notification responsively, I click and am Ready to indulge, will it it be an audio? a hand pic? a lustful poem that makes my pussy throb? A tactical king. Triad of components. under his spell. Lost in our intimate reveries. Bodies slithering, fingers exploring, our moans thunderous. open the cap of your smut reserve, doc. we’re not counting down til we cum, we’re spelling your name. d-r-R-a-p Oh we’re close, are you ready for this tsunami spell you’ve casted? t-u-r-e The flood gates open, the tsunami hits. You fall off your chair. Maximum damage.
Delicada19🫀
2024-07-11 21:01:14 +0000 UTCI don't know if I love or hate it hear. Nothing I could possibly say would be payed any attention for all these spectacular minds! 🤯
Kerry Evans
2024-07-11 20:14:09 +0000 UTC
