I love this. It's not right, I can't confess it to anyone. It's hard for me to accept even myself. But it feels so good.
-Yes, keep doing that-, I think. I don't say it, but I exaggerate a moan so you'll notice how much I like it and keep going. With each moan, your cock grows harder inside me, I can feel it despite the humidity. I love this.
It's not the biggest cock I've had inside me in my life. Not even the biggest one I had today. But I can't help but feel pleasure from this situation that borders on morbidity and is about to get even worse.
I move a little, bring my hand down to caress myself and also the base of your cock, I know you like it and it makes you even harder. I arch my back to let you know to keep doing exactly that.
I turn my face to the right to give you more space and let you kiss my neck, I want to offer you that flank and feel your tongue there, just there. I can't take my eyes off the TV turned off in the hotel room. Realizing where we are makes me think about how many others were on this bed today. How many orgasms, how many cock suckings, how many penetrations occurred in the same place where my head is resting?
I need to think about the number, it's what excites me at this moment. Meanwhile, keep going like that, don't rush, take me slowly and keep kissing me, pass your tongue now over my shoulder. I know you like my tattoo, entertain yourself for a bit there while I think about numbers.
How many others were in your place? How many kissed my shoulder and my tattoo while they penetrated me slowly? Impossible to count now, too excited about what's coming. Like a spider, with patience, I'm weaving my trap, and these are falling and I'm going to explode with pleasure when you do.
I don't know how many more but at least one more today. A cock inside me, a mouth on my shoulder and tattoo, a tongue in my mouth. If you knew, you'd think I'm a slut. I want to think that now, and also the daughter of a slut. Mmmm, yes. I kept going like that, giving you my cock and licking me, almost there. You deserve it, for lying. You deserve my trap, and I'll come when I can savor my revenge. Don't stop, keep going, I'm telling you now in a whisper. Don't stop, keep going. I want more.
You deserve my trap for lying and many other things. I'm already in the mood, it's time. Keep holding me, bury your cock in the same place where another one entered not long ago. Yes, it's time, I want to finish with a fabulous orgasm. It's time.
Get down, please, suck hard. Strong, both of them, suck well.
Mmm if...
I feel the most marvelous orgasm coming down, a mix of pleasure and revenge. I'm a slut, and I'll be a daughter of a slut, but I don't remember ending like this before now that I can see and feel your tongue collecting my tits' cum, the semen he left there not long ago, and which I deliberately forgot to remove.
-Yes, keep doing that-, I think. I don't say it, but I exaggerate a moan so you'll notice how much I like it and keep going. With each moan, your cock grows harder inside me, I can feel it despite the humidity. I love this.
It's not the biggest cock I've had inside me in my life. Not even the biggest one I had today. But I can't help but feel pleasure from this situation that borders on morbidity and is about to get even worse.
I move a little, bring my hand down to caress myself and also the base of your cock, I know you like it and it makes you even harder. I arch my back to let you know to keep doing exactly that.
I turn my face to the right to give you more space and let you kiss my neck, I want to offer you that flank and feel your tongue there, just there. I can't take my eyes off the TV turned off in the hotel room. Realizing where we are makes me think about how many others were on this bed today. How many orgasms, how many cock suckings, how many penetrations occurred in the same place where my head is resting?
I need to think about the number, it's what excites me at this moment. Meanwhile, keep going like that, don't rush, take me slowly and keep kissing me, pass your tongue now over my shoulder. I know you like my tattoo, entertain yourself for a bit there while I think about numbers.
How many others were in your place? How many kissed my shoulder and my tattoo while they penetrated me slowly? Impossible to count now, too excited about what's coming. Like a spider, with patience, I'm weaving my trap, and these are falling and I'm going to explode with pleasure when you do.
I don't know how many more but at least one more today. A cock inside me, a mouth on my shoulder and tattoo, a tongue in my mouth. If you knew, you'd think I'm a slut. I want to think that now, and also the daughter of a slut. Mmmm, yes. I kept going like that, giving you my cock and licking me, almost there. You deserve it, for lying. You deserve my trap, and I'll come when I can savor my revenge. Don't stop, keep going, I'm telling you now in a whisper. Don't stop, keep going. I want more.
You deserve my trap for lying and many other things. I'm already in the mood, it's time. Keep holding me, bury your cock in the same place where another one entered not long ago. Yes, it's time, I want to finish with a fabulous orgasm. It's time.
Get down, please, suck hard. Strong, both of them, suck well.
Mmm if...
I feel the most marvelous orgasm coming down, a mix of pleasure and revenge. I'm a slut, and I'll be a daughter of a slut, but I don't remember ending like this before now that I can see and feel your tongue collecting my tits' cum, the semen he left there not long ago, and which I deliberately forgot to remove.
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