I knew he was there well before he even knew what he was doing. My allure drawing him into my room well into the night to take advantage of my cum slut phone sex body. I’d left my door slightly ajar, so that his big dick would draw him in like a sniffer might great food. I’d slept nude, my blanket slightly off of me so I showed off in just the right way. He’d started feeling my tits, really squeezing them in his palms and rolling them with his wrists. I had to hold back a giggle at knowing I’d had him in my trap. He was mine, always had been, and now I knew I’d get everything I wanted out of him. He’d climbed up onto the bed to straddle my soft waist before long. He couldn’t help himself much when he looked at my luscious body laid out for him like I was, ready to be abused to light bondage. He’d released himself and was rubbing his big cock against my hard nipples with relish, playing with them while trying to figure out exactly what cute move he’d do next with free reign and access to one of his favorite girls in the whole world. I was so vulnerable it made me a soaked mess aching for dick deep and ready to go off at a moment’s notice. I had to hold back from reaching up, grabbing his hair, and pulling him in for a kiss. I had to lay there and let him begin to fuck my massive tits instead, a dangerous game working itself out right on top of me. His every buck came with a groan, his balls slapping against my bouncing titties. I’d have his cum soon. I’d drag it from his youthful body and take it in until I was more than satisfied, my rape phone sex fantasies would get their fill.
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submissive whore wakes up to torture
My dates usually go pretty well. I never have to give up any one-night stands. When I matched with a guy who was originally from France, I was so excited. French men always seem so sensual.
He began to tell me a lot about himself and assured me he wouldn’t want any one-night stand. Marcel saw a future with me that was quite bright and heart racing. It was an odd way to state it, but not too long after that particular conversation, id realized what he meant.
When we began our date, we didn’t want it to end. We went to his place, and he quickly asked me to drink with him. I only had one glass of red wine. Merlot is my fave, so that I couldn’t say no. After a few sips, I was all forgetful and stumbling. All I could see were lights. He began to talk about bondage chat right before the lights. Marcel whispered into my ear; it’s only a nightmare your dreaming.
I woke up on all fours, drenched with blood and plastered with bruises.
Gangbang phone sex is a fading glory to share
I don’t really remember the gangbang phone sex last night. It was amazing, I know that, because my massive tits are stinging even now. I must have gotten really roughed up. Someone clearly enjoyed what I had to give and decided to get real forceful with my black booty as well as my voluptuous dark body. I never really mind when that happens, it’s something to remember. I love waking up the next morning and feeling memoirs in physical form for the night lost. It’s beautiful, wonderful, and makes me so damn wet I have to find someone to ride the very moment I’m awake enough to hunt. My tits ache in that good way, and that means they need another hit or smack or brutal fuck and rape phone sex fantasies that make enough noise to deafen the world. I’m a superior bouncing pussy whore who can’t get enough of one moment to the next. You want to fuck this, I know you do, so it’s you I’m after when I leave my house and embark on a quest for cock like no other. The illusive you is always my target. I don’t necessarily know who you are at any given time, you change a lot from day to day, call to call, job to job. You are the one who’ll enjoy my body the most at any given moment, the one who’ll call me later after I’m done having my fun. Maybe I’m overcomplicating giant boobs bouncing around and having fun, but it makes it more fun to add a little mental gymnastics to my real-world stretchy bouncy crab-walking gymnastics. My whole body goes on display all the time, and somehow the faint pain of yesterday doesn’t ever stop me cold. It just makes me want to do some slave training and get fucked, hard.
i will always be a submissive slut
I escaped my master, thinking I would find comfort in a doormat. I planned to leave and stop being his submissive slut he took advantage of and made his slave.
I wanted out but couldn’t see that I was forever a submissive bitch. It took me a couple of monotonous, dull days to come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. The truth is being a switch is a lie and being able to transform from one way to another is also total bs.
The pain and the humiliation I began to crave and need. Once I came back with my tail between my legs, my master made sure I knew I had hell to pay.
Of course, he fucked me up, but he also made me cum a dozen times. Leaving him for a subby man was never going to work out and was proof of my coming back.















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