Hello, you filthy cock worshippers! Rosalie here, and I’ve got a nasty tale of debauchery and cock-induced ecstasy. Prepare to drool!
That divine piece of manhood—my master’s cock—was my holy grail. I savored the sight of it, thick and pulsating, a juicy beacon of pleasure. With lust in my eyes, I dropped to my knees. The service began—a sacred ritual. I licked the juicy head, savoring the salty taste, while my hands pumped the shaft, inducing moans of delight. My mouth was his playground, and I was the happiest sub on earth. I sucked and slurped, using my tongue to tease and tantalize. The occasional gag only added to the fun!
But my master’s cock had bigger plans. It craved the warmth of my holes, and who was I to deny it? I begged, pleaded, and promised to be a good girl. He obliged, sliding his meaty pole into my hungry cunt. The sensation—heavenly! With each thrust, stars exploded in my vision. My pussy gripped him tightly, milked him for dear life. My juices flowed freely, soaking his balls.
I was putty in his hands, my body a mere vessel for his pleasure. He fucked me like a raving lunatic, and I loved every single second of it. My orgasms washed over me like tsunamis, each one more intense than the last. I screamed his name, my voice echoing through the rooms. When he’d had enough, he unleashed his load. I savored every drop, swallowing his seed like it was the sweetest nectar.
A satisfied smile graced my face. Rosalie, the submissive cock worshipper, had served her master well.
You wish you could experience this level of nastiness, don’t you? Too bad, you’re just a mere spectator!