Stroke King

Glossy lips full of cum, she bent over to let the stroke king have his turn. A long fat dick tapped her ass then slowly went inside. Crushed velvet sheets became the landscape to a wet fantasy as he pushed deep into her ass. Eyes upon eyes, stood in silence as each stroke created music throughout the gallery. In and out then stop. In and out and stop again. The slight tease tore at all senses making her pussy ache for his attention. Aware of her distress he put both legs on his shoulders then tongue fucked her anal. Paralyzed by an undeniable desire, she grabbed onto the velvet sheets. Fingertips at her clit made moans come easy. Then as he laid her down on the bed like a queen, she opened wide. Rubbing her wet pussy, the stroke king put his dick inside. She bit the side of her lip as she felt the full power of the stroke king. Going so hard, he shook the bed fucking her like a bitch. Pussy lips sucking every inch of his cock made him scream passionately. The room of watchers had open mouths as they felt his reign deep in their soul. The climax set the room on fire as the stroke king fucked harder making the velvet sheets slide to the floor. Then as she took in all he had the director said, “it’s a wrap.” –

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Let Me Watch You Cum

Women bashful in their existence often put fantasy to the back of their minds. Today, my body cried for a warm for touch yet there is no rescue. After a few moments of going through my phone, I received a video from a new friend. The video started with the sound of pouring rain. An orgy became the background on a huge television screen as he stood by the bed. Standing tall, he gripped his shaft while jerking off to the gang bang on the screen. The lotion gave a good slip as he pumped back and forth. Moans of pleasure escaped from the television screen as he stroked his cock faster. I watched with envy wanting to be there sitting in front of him. Squeezing as he pumped gradually I could envision his cock in my mouth. The urge to be there became intense as he let his climax take control. Light droplets fell to the bed as he kept pumping his fat cock. I let the video replay as I began to pleasure myself. Rubbing my pussy as the last bit of cum spew from his cock. An electrifying pulse echoed throughout my body as I surrender to my fantasy.

Can You See My Color

On a sunny day, I chose to stay in the house to take care of myself. The noise outside brought me sadness but I knew something would change soon. Trying to mask my internal pain, I took a long shower. A soft loofah did the job nicely as I massaged my breasts. Using my favorite conditioner I carefully parted my hair then brushed each section. The steam from the shower felt like a spa experience as I washed the soapy substance out of my hair. Grabbing my towel, I stepped out the shower then wrapped it around me as you see in the movies. Standing in front of the mirror, I watched my smile impress me.

The couch has become my favorite piece of furniture in my apartment. It comforts me as I watch long movies on a rainy day. While on the phone, it becomes my drum as I laugh uncontrollably rolling to the floor. Sometimes I wrap up in my pink fuzzy blanket to comfort me when I am lonely. After the shower I come to the couch with my large jar of shea butter. I sit on the edge of the couch and I rub a good amount between my hands. In love with my skin, I take my time massaging the shea butter onto my legs. Often I remember the days of running outside with ashy legs and my mother would yell at me to come back in the house. Her words are heavy on me to this day, “don’t go outside without lotion on.” As I got older my mother’s words began to shape my perception of the world. I have to be so good, on time, and look right to be seen as normal in this world. However, I didn’t want to be ashy ever because that’s a bad thing right? Well according to my mother it’s a really bad thing.