I certainly could do with that

 

So I’m in my hotel room, it’s been a hard day and I’m just about to jump in the shower when my phone rings. It’s the married Finance Director (FD) I’m working with and just started a relationship with. Unfortunately this week while I’m in Scotland he’s down in London.

We chatted for a while then attempted to have phone sex, which between us we completely failed at, and ended up it fits of laughter. Once we settled down again we just chatted about our previous sexual experiences. Turns out although he’s had sex with quite a few women even after he was married, given his age (65) and with his cock (huge) I’m not surprised he’s had plenty of lovers over the years. That said he’s never had a threesome (either mff or mmf) which is a surprise nor had sex in public, both of which I have. Then we get to the question of the biggest cock I’ve had. Hmm difficult one, FD is certainly way up there probably in second place but not the biggest.

Now FD is very proud of his huge cock, so do I lie and tell him he’s the biggest, big ego boost for him or tell him about Andrei the Russian guy I was with in Tenerife during my gap year. Andrei was definitely bigger both length and girth, the guy was truly enormous. So I decided to tell him about Andrei and hope he’s not upset. To my astonishment he’s not upset and is actually interested in hearing about it.

I tell him about my first fuck with Andrei and how I could hardly touch myself for two days. How he liked me to dress in skimpy clothes, particularly dresses and no underwear. Andrei enjoyed me flashing myself in bars or restaurants. He’d often have his hand under my dress caressing my ass as we walked or fingering my pussy as we sat in a bar. When it came to actual sex he had very little imagination as far as he was concerned forplay was - hard deep wet french kissing, then me sucking him or as much as I could of him until he was ready to fuck. He’d finger fuck me hard until I came and he felt I was wet enough then he’d fuck me.

He only ever fucked me from behind the only variation being i’d either be led down on my front, in various doggy positions, stood up facing a wall or the bar in his club or his real preference - over a bar table, dress around my waist. I explained to FD that over time I got used to Andrei’s approach to fucking which was basic, animalistic and effective. He’d enter me then fuck the living hell out of me until he cum. That man could fuck for a long time, very hard, very fast before he cum. I’d orgasm two or three times before he cum, not that that was his intention, he just wanted to cum and my pleasure was just assumed to happen.

Now as I was telling FD this I could tell he was masturbating and tbh I was touching myself as well.


I knew he hadn’t cum yet and then he gets his big idea. A little game - would I get dressed in a short skirt or dress and go down to the hotel bar flashing my pussy while talking to him on the phone.

Well no that wasn’t going to happen, I’ve gone out without panties many times and flashed my pussy but always when I was with a guy and always somewhere that I wasn’t known. I’d been at the hotel some weeks and was still going to be there for quite a few weeks more. The staff in the hotel recognised me and there was no way I was going to risk flashing my pussy in the hotel just to get him off. He sounded deflated so I offered a less risky option. I’d dress in a tight top with no bra, the bar wasn’t the warmest and I could pretty much ensure with the cold and a little excitement (and a little nipple pinching in private) my nipples would certainly be on show. I’d also wear a short skirt and sit so some guys in the bar could if they tried look up it. However, I’d absolutely be wearing panties.

FD liked that idea. But would I tell him what was happening who was looking and whether I’d fuck them - well I would but I’d have to keep it simple, yes I can talk to him on the phone (I’d have my EarPods in) I’d have my laptop so it looked like we were talking work but no I couldn’t be explicit as I was in a public area. Ok he was happy with that - what about rubbing my pussy through my panties - no I wasn’t going to do that but if and only if I felt I could do something I would.

So I’m dressed and heading to the bar, I get a drink and the barman gets a good look at my nipples under my top. They are sticking out as my mother would say like “chapel hat pegs”. I sit down near a group of workmen. They’ve been there a couple of weeks as well and they’ve given me plenty of attention, from trying to buy me a drink to some of them asking me out. All such offers of course being declined, but we were in at least smiling and social please try terms, so I knew they’d be looking over at me at some stage.


Laptop out I ring FD and tell him I’m in the bar. I can’t send him photos as we only talk on work phones and anything texted or emailed is out (he’d been caught before so only voice communication was allowed). He asks if anyone has looked - yes a few have seen my points I say, referring to my nipples. That’s the way it goes he asks a question I reply with as business like a response as I can. It was difficult but he seemed to be enjoying it. He knows the workmen are enjoying the view up my skirt and starts to tell me how they might decide to take things into their own hands that night. He then proceeds to tell me a fantasy where the workmen abduct me and take turns fucking me.

His description is pretty good tbh. I can honestly say the combination of our previous conversation, being a little risqué in the bar and his fevered imaginings filling my ears I’m extremely turned on. He asks me if I’m rubbing my pussy - well no I’m in a public area and can be seen. He asks if I can try - no I’m in a public area but I’ve got a plan. I put my laptop away stand up and head out the bar. I walk down a hallway and tell him I’m heading to the toilets.

When I got into the toilets luckily no one is there. So I entered a stall, locked it and sat down. Ok I whisper I’m in the toilets if anyone comes in I will stop what I’m doing ok. Then I start by rubbing my breasts through my top. I tell him what I’m doing and how I love the feeling. I usually fantasise when I masturbate but this time I tell him to describe something to me (that helps me with not having to talk to much). He starts a fantasy about me, him and his secretary, she’s a sweet young girl and although I’m not really bisexual I have been with other women so the fantasy is ok with me.

By the time he starts I’ve worked my way down to my pussy. I was masturbating through my panties and getting a good wet patch on them. The material just felt great against my clit. I had my legs spread and was rubbing in circles. As I got hornier and wetter I sped up and put more pressure on my clit. As he was describing his secretary licking my pussy as he fucked her I was rubbing harder and faster and I he stopped talking and groaned, he’d cum. My orgasmed came shortly afterward in waves and my body convulsed. It tensed up and then relaxed as each wave came and went. Each wave wasn’t very long at all and after the last spasm of tensing and relaxing happened I relaxed one last time and the waves stopped. My feet had lifted and they returned to resting on the ground again as I took a moment to regain myself.

FD could clearly tell I’d cum as well and we didn’t say anything else for a moment. Then he tells me how amazing it had been and suggests we both clean up before we say good bye and end the call. As I sat there I knew what I was going to do next. I relaxed, got into a crouching position and peed in my panties. God it was a deliciously dirty feeling, my pee soaking into the material mixing with my cum juices and forcing rivulets of pee to trickle down my thighs. I’d not peed myself for ages and it must have been in my subconscious when I decided to masturbate in the toilets.


When I’d finished I let my panties drop to the ground before I picked them up and wasn’t sure what to do with them. Leave them there or take them with me. I did think about leaving them in the bar area but that was a bit risky, plus I didn’t really want to go back to the bar. Wet panties in hand I left the ladies and as I passed the gents toilets I had a flash of inspiration. I quickly pushed the outer door open and after a quick sniff for my own pleasure I dropped them on the floor. That way I knew a guy would find them first.

When I was back in my room I showered and settled down to sleep. FD phoned again just to say goodnight and I told him about leaving my dirty panties in the gents toilets. As I suspected he liked that, I didn’t mention the pee though, I’m not sure at the moment where he’d be regarding pee play so thought it better to keep that to myself.

We discussed what I’d done and he described how the guy who found them would think he’d found a treasure. My creamy panty crotch all that sticky discharge. He described how the guy would be sitting on the edge of his bed his trousers down to his knees and pulling his throbbing cock out. Then he would proceeded to close his eyes and pretended he was eating me out. He wold slowly at first, lick the panty crotch tasting and savouring my creamy discharge before sucking on the crotch. He said he bet it would taste good. The guy would be masturbating jack as he was doing it. That panty crotch would be clean as a whistle by the time he stopped ingesting all my discharge maybe the guy would shoot his load so hard into them thinking he’d eaten me out then fucked me leaving his cum with what was left of mine.

Unfortunately it was late and we both had early starts so we didn’t get to masturbate again together that night but the thought was a nice way to finish.

 

Wow

 

You definitely have a way with words!

 

when i having period, my bf will masturbate when watching sugarbook.live sexy lady, i also allow him because i cannot have sex with him

 

hot woman, sexy lady, no man do not like

 

sexy girl using comb, would it be some how painful?

 

This hot pussy reminds me of a redheaded girlfriend I once had. I could not keep my hands off of, or my cock out of her. I'll forever remember her RHC.

 

Those stories are incredible. Keep it up Cause it keeps me up

 

My mother married my step father when I was 11 and my step brother James was 14 he was precisely 2 and a half years older than me we used to joke that for half a year he was officially 3 years older than me and the other half only 2. From the first time we met I liked my step brother, he would take me with him when he went out exploring the countryside around our house, take me fishing with him and even allowed me to play football with him and his friends. My older sister was 16, had a boyfriend and pretty much ignored me but James treated me as one of his mates.

When he was 15 he brought his first ever girlfriend home I can’t remember her name but I hated her, I hated the next one as well and the next etc. etc. Even when he had a girlfriend James still found time to do hang around with me and our bond was pretty strong. When he was 18 he left home to go to uni and I was heart broken. On the day he was due to head out, he’d just split with his then girlfriend, and he was upset. I tried to console him in my awkward way by telling him he deserved better than her and, well he was upset, he went off on a rant about me hating all his girlfriends and how none were ever good enough in my eyes and then he asked who I thought would ever be good enough for him and if it was left to me he’d never get married or have a family. I was young, emotions were high and my hormones racing and I just blurted out that he should marry me and we could have a family.

After what felt like a long long period of quiet, but was probably seconds, I went red with embarrassment and ran off to my room. I never saw James off that day and I never saw him again for over ten months. He rang our parents and texted them, often asking how I was, but we had zero contact during that period. He was either studying or travelling having fun, I was 16 and it was the worst period of my life, no James, my girlfriends all had boyfriends and I felt totally on my own. I was still a real tomboy, I’d never even kissed a boy let alone had a boyfriend. I had however, discovered the pleasure my body could give me and was a chronic masturbater.

Fast forward to the following summer and James comes home for a couple of weeks in the summer break. With him he has his new girlfriend, OMG I had never seen a more beautiful, classy and sophisticated woman. She was Italian and her name was Ilaria. She was immaculate, perfect figure, perfect hair, makeup and her clothes were to die for. That first week they were with us they both spent a lot of time with me. They shared their trips out with me, Ilaria got me to buy new clothes showed me about how she did her make up. It was a great week.

The mid weekend our parents were away at a family event and the three of us were alone. James and Ilaria were sharing the same room next to mine so I knew they were sleeping together but I had been aware of them having sex until that first night. Laying in my bed I could first hear some muted conversation then some moans, groans and the sounds of movement on the bed next door. I vividly remember Ilaria saying something in Italian in a low sexy way and James making groaning noises. I wasn’t sure what exactly they were up to but I found myself with my fingers on my pussy and breasts listening intently to their love making. It had to be love making I couldn’t see Ilaria doing anything but making love to a guy. Never just fucking him that would be to course for the lovely Ilaria. I imagined James entering her, Ilaria holding his head in her hands as he brought her to orgasm. That night and the following two nights as they made love I got as close as I’d ever got to a full blown orgasm with my fingers at that time. It wasn’t a full orgasm but oh my, for my nearly 17 year old body it was bliss.

When my parents returned their loveI making subsided, they still had sex I could just about hear that but it wasn’t the full blown passionate love making of that weekend. I was sad to see them both leave after the two weeks were over, but not long afterwards I turned 17, had my first boyfriend and lost my virginity so I had things to occupy myself with.

I never saw Ilaria again, I don’t know what happened or why they split but the next time I saw James he had the high maintenance and demanding Kate with him. Eventually Kate became his wife, the very wife he was staying at mine to get away from now. Don’t get me wrong Kate is a very beautiful woman but just spending an evening with her is hard work so I can’t imagine how hard it must be married to her.

So that’s the history, it’s Monday night I’ve just tested positive for COVID-19 and waiting to get a PCR test to get out of self isolation. What that means is I’m going to miss my date with FD in Scotland. I had something special planned as well and after my meet with my young guy I was horny very very horny. I’m horny and frustrated, whilst James is extremely emotional and we’ve opened a bottle of wine and I’m forced to watch Game Of Thrones - I never realised how much sex there was in it.

James and I are chatting we’ve opened another bottle and I mention Ilaria, he doesn’t want to talk about what happened between. He tells me how he thought I was a lesbian at one time, because I never had a boyfriend and I was clearly in lust with Ilaria. He acknowledges how amazing Ilaria was and I tell him she was good for him better than Kate. He starts laughing, after he recovers himself he says “remember when you said you were the only woman I should marry”.

Bloody hell James I think. You know when you say or do something you’re deeply embarrassed by? Something that’s highly emotional and always there in your life but which you’ve managed to push way down. That one thing that apart from the odd occasion when it surfaces for a moment when your down or depressed, you’ve managed to avoid dealing with. Well that’s one of mine and my bloody step brother just opened up a huge emotional wound in my soul.

Of course I turn completely red with humiliation and embarrassment. I desperately try to deflect. I tell him those were the words of a silly young girl who’d never had a boyfriend and I’d moved on in my relationships. He shoots back with “like your gangster boyfriend in Tenerife”. He is of course referring to Andrei the Russian bar owner I was with in the last 6 months of my gap year. I tell James Andrei wasn’t a gangster, at least I don’t think he was, well let’s face it he probably was. We laugh and things seem a little normal again, though I’m feeling uncomfortable thinking about what I’d said years ago and how if I’m honest deep down I still feel it’s true.

We chatted about when James and Kate visited me for a holiday in Tenerife, staying at my apartment. Then he throws everything back up into the air by telling me that on the nights we all went out for dinner or drinks he was always jealous when I went back to Andrei’s place as he and Kate went back to mine. Wtf? I’m thinking, what does that mean? Now I’m both confused about what feelings he might have and feeling guilty about the feelings I have. It was all getting a bit awkward if not dangerous when I think he grasped the situation we were in. He quickly swallowed his wine and said he was tired and was off to bed. I sat on my couch for around 15 minutes, watching more sex on GOT (honestly is it just sex?), before draining my glass, tidying things away and heading to my own bed.

I almost stopped and knocked on his door to see if he was ok. I’ve never done that before and I realised that maybe just maybe I was hoping for something else. I managed to stop myself and went to bed.

As I lay in bed I thought back to that weekend listening to the lovely Ilaria and James making love. The wonderful sound of her Italian accent talking in clearly romantic, no, erotic tones but words I could barely hear and wouldn’t understand. I thought about how I’d pleasured myself to the sound of their coupling. Without realising it my hand was at my pussy, gently stroking my clit and separating my lips. My other hand was lightly caressing my nipples. I imagined how Ilaria would wrap her legs around James as he entered her whispering in Italian how good it felt to have him inside her. I could feel my pleasure building as I had these thoughts and gently stroked myself.

I did try to stop thinking of James and Ilaria, feeling it was wrong, even if I really wanted to continue. I started to think about FD and about my young guy but it didn’t work my body wasn’t responding to those thoughts. My mind kept going back to James.

I then remembered Andrei, how he would ravish me those nights when James and Kate went back to my place alone. Then I switched to thinking about how maybe James fucked Kate those nights. How maybe his jealousy about Andrei fucking his step sister drove him to rough fuck Kate, taking his jealousy out on her. Again I thought this was wrong but it felt good and my pussy and nipples were definitely enjoying it. That was the point I decided I was going to allow myself to finally explore my feelings for James. It might only be in my mind and in my room alone but I felt I needed to let my feelings and fantasies go just to see where they led. I’d repressed my desires for so long I just needed to have some form of release from them.

I got the lube from my bedside cabinet, pushed the quilt off my body and smeared lube all over my pussy and inner thighs. I then settled down to see where my mind took me. Back to my imagination and I could see James laying on the bed Kate between his legs taking his hard cock into her mouth. James had his hand on her head and began forcing her head down onto his cock. I imagined that’s how he though Andrei would be treating me. Allowing myself to think or rather realise that James might also think about me sexually was incredible. My own hands were sliding along my lubed thighs, nails occasionally digging into them before my right hand covered my pussy. The heel of my hand was against my clit and the palm had spread my lips. I was running it flat up and down my pussy. This way I can cum over and over, not a big orgasm just lots of little peaks of pleasure. It’s my go to method if I’m reading a long erotic story or watching a longer porn clip. When I’m done I will slip fingers inside me and bring myself to a huge squirting orgasm. But I wasn’t done yet.

Back in my mind, Kate was gagging on James cock. Her eyes were watering as he continued to force himself into her mouth and throat. I loved the way she was choking on him. I could hear him calling my name “fuck, Sally take my cock baby, this is what I’ve wanted for so long”. Then I realised I wasn’t thinking of Kate now it was me taking James in my throat, pleasuring my step brothers huge hard cock.

In my mind I looked up at him and we both smiled. He tells me to come up and I lay next to him, I’m stroking his slick cock when our lips touch for the very first time, gently at first before we loose ourselves in deep wet passionate french kisses. His mouth leaves mine, travels down my neck to my breasts. He sucks first one then the other nipple. His hand is now at my pussy, two then three fingers inside me. “Harder I tell him”. “Fingers or nipples” he asks. “Oh god James both please, hurt me”. He starts to bite my nipples and thrust his fingers hard into my pussy.

My own hand is now grinding hard on my clit and pussy. Every now and then I slip a finger or two inside my pussy and ass. I’m desperate not to have that full orgasm yet. I have so much more to explore in my mind. I can feel James’s teeth hurting my nipples, the feeling is so real and so exquisite, then I realise I’m twisting and pulling my nipples myself with my other hand. I now feel I’m totally lost in this fantasy.

In my mind I beg James to fuck me. He gets between my legs and as he enters me I hold his wonderful face in my hands and look him in the eyes, just as I’d imagined Ilaria had done all those years ago. When he’s fully inside me he tells me “I’m going to posses you Sally, I’m retaking your body from any guy that’s ever fucked you”.

I really liked that idea, so much I couldn’t stop my fingers sliding deep inside me making me moan. I allow myself a few moments of deep fingering as I replay that scene over and over. I force myself to stop myself pushing me over the edge though.

In my mind I respond to his statement in the way I know I’d want to. I tell him “Fuck me James, fill me with your cum, your seed, I only ever wanted you inside me. You’re the only man I want to impregnate me, to inseminate me”. Oh god I love that thought, giving myself, my womb to my step brother- my fingers are back inside me, I’m so close to that huge orgasm I’m not sure I can hold back much longer.

I realise I’m actually moaning, my first thought is ‘shush Sally he might hear’. Then I think ‘fuck it I listened to them years ago, he can listen now’. Not the most sensible of thoughts but I was to far gone to care by then.

I let go with my fingers I’m massaging my gspot with three fingers of my right hand and my clit with two fingers of my left. In my mind I’m cumming, my legs wrapped around James, pulling him into me. Pleading with him to fill me, give me his cum, make me his woman, his lover, his wife.

Then I orgasmed, it was huge, wet and loud and I didn’t care, I really didn’t care.

Once I’d done, I relaxed, the sheet was wet from my squirt and the excess lube. I realise I should change the sheet but I’m exhausted, I’m in a euphoric state partly release from repressed feelings, partly from the pleasure my body still feels. All tempered by a realisation my step brother probably heard me cum, then a wicked thought hit me. I wonder if he wanked as he heard me. I listened but heard nothing. Wiggling over to the other side of the bed out of the wet patch I fell asleep.

In the morning we acted as if what was said the previous night hadn’t happened. He did ask if I was alright and if I’d had a good night, not sure if that was a hint of him hearing me or just being nice.

Anyway I’ve now accepted that I have real feelings for my step brother. I knew that deep down since I first saw him but that night I’d allowed myself to act on it to pleasure myself whilst enjoying the idea and that was a release for me.

Will I ever act on my feelings in reality - no, although legal, that would be wrong and would kill our parents.

Will I fantasies about him again, definitely that door is wide open now.

 

I woke this morning hungover, oh so many cocktails last night. Why is it when I’m hungover I’m horny? Is it just me?

I hear my step brother next door, he’s up early so probably going for a run. I hear his bedroom door open then close, his footsteps on the stairs. I imagine him in his running kit, how he’d be getting hot and sweaty. Mmm just imagine him coming back finding me naked and taking me.

I get a sudden desire and I’m out of bed, my head throbbing, and I enter my step brothers room. Mmm it smells of him, his clothes spread over the floor, I pick up a shirt and a pair of boxers. I slip on the shirt and pulling back the duvet on his bed I snuggle down into the remaining warmth in his bed. The warmth of his body.

I’m so horny and actually aching for him, I need to feel his touch. Feel his lips against mine, his breath on me. I close my eyes and think about him, bringing his boxers to my face I inhale his scent through my nose and mouth. I swear I can not only smell him I can taste him. In his shirt I almost feel his body pressing against mine. My hands start to wander. I move them over my body imagining they are his, moving along my curves, feeling my hips, my breasts, my thighs. Circling around on my body I let them drift over my belly and up under his shirt.

The feel of my fingertips is light, my nipples hardening as my fingers move closer to my breasts. I circle my nipples and I instantly feel the desire pulsing in my cunt. I move my hands in deeper and roll my nipples between my fingers. Heat shoots through my pussy. I arch my back and pinch my nipples harder. God, it feels so good. Needing to intensify the feelings, I move my hand back down over my belly and slip it between my thighs.

How long do I have, I must have been here 10 minutes so maybe 30 or 40 minutes more. My fingers brush over my pussy, teasing it. I drift my fingers down to my clit and linger for a moment, just pressing on it. Giving in, I begin to move my fingers in small circles.

The thought of him coming back to find me in his bed, in his shirt, his boxers in my hand. I suck in my breath, my fingers on my nipple pinching harder. I can feel his tongue on me, his teeth grazing me. I moan softly as the pleasure starts to rise in me. I push my fingers further down my slit invading my wetness. My fingers are slick against my skin. I open my legs wider and push a finger inside me. My hips involuntarily push up to my hand. I stroke my finger in and out slowly, leisurely, enjoying the sensations rippling through me.

Mmm just think, he comes in, his body hot and sweaty, seeing me he pulls off the duvet to reveal my body naked from the waist down. My top covered only by his shirt, his boxers on the pillow beside my head. He pulls down his shorts releasing his rock hard cock and climbs onto the bed between my thighs. Picking up his boxers he orders me to open my mouth before forcing his boxers inside me. His cock hard and thick is nestled against my wet pussy my so delicate and tight. Then in a single thrust he forces himself in me with sheer brute strength. My scream is smothered by the soiled boxers in my mouth. No matter how much I try I can’t scream or beg him to be gentler. He just drives himself deep into me over and over and over, knowing full well that’s what I need, what I desire.

My fingers are franticly fucking away now inside my pussy, while with my other hand I bring his boxers to my mouth, taking them between my lips and physically tasting him for the first time. My free hand then goes to my nipples pinching and pulling. Imagining how forcefully, mercilessly, brutally he would pound my pussy.

In my mind he’s flipping me over, grabbing his belt he fastens it around my neck like a collar, mmm yes I like that thought, despite the pain, despite the humiliation of my "collar", despite the cruel pulling of my precious red hair, he makes me cum, he forces me to cum. I couldn't resist him if I wanted to.

I’m rubbing a harder now I push a second and third finger inside me, frantically, desperately. My other hand leaves my breasts and the fingers work faster on my clit. I prop my leg up, spreading my legs further. Opening myself up, I'm so close. I can feel my cunt starting to pulse around my fingers. My clit is throbbing. I need to cum. Imagining him, right there, fucking me. Oh god. I can feel it. I can feel his cock. I can feel his hardness. I push my hips up trying to burry by fingers deeper. My cunt spasms around my fingers, pulsing, clenching, then I feel the release, the gush as my body trembles with the pleasure of orgasm.

Relaxing myself back down on the bed, I continue to stroke my clit softly, gently, riding out the rest, enjoying the feelings. I slowly remove my fingers from my cunt and bring them up to my mouth. I remove his boxers and lick my own juices.

I realise I’ve made a wet patch on his sheet, jumping up I grab the sheet from the bed, pick up his boxers and dash out of his room. I’m just in time as I hear the front door and he’s heading up the stairs. Back in my room I quickly slip on my leggings and a t-shirt in time to hear him call my name. Innocently I enter his room. He asks what I’ve been doing and I tell him I could smell his room and one of us has to do the laundry. I bustle into his room and make a show of picking up his dirty laundry. Then he just drops his shorts and pulls of his sweat shirt and hands them to me telling me I might as well take those as well. We’re stood there he’s in his boxers I’m desperately trying not to look at his groin and I leave the room. In the kitchen I smell his seat soaked shorts and think I may need to have another quick masturbation session.

 

Hot

 

What a great imagination, I would love to watch you play with yourself as you think about my cock!

 

Awesome story, I would enjoy getting you hot snd bothered then watching you masturbate. I wonder who the lucky fellow was that found your panties. I bet he licked the crotch to taste your pussy juices!

 

Great story's.
Thank you.
I rubbed my cock till I blew my load all over my chest.
I'm looking forward to more.

 

Oh my god you've made me cum with your words and my imagination! My cock sleeve is your throat and I've just filled your belly with my hot sperm!