So, You Had a Bad Day

Take no prisoners. Search every nook and cranny of me with that bludgeoning weapon of yours. In. Out. In. O-u-t. I-n-n. Inoutinout. Searching to this side. Rotating your bulbous cap, your piss hole a searching eye, looking for new victims in the darkness of my ass canal. Dispatching them with a thrust of your powerful hips. Pushing into the corners at that side. Taking, pillaging, raping. Paying no heed to screams for pity. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Longer, deeper, slower, faster . . . faster . . . deeper . . . fasterfasterfaster. YESSSSSSSSS! I feel the tension and the frustration spouting out of you now. Flooding my insides. Let me take your tension deep inside me!

Ahhhhhhhh, yesss!

Now, lay your head on my breast as we regain our breath. Yes, I love your warm, moist lips there. I can tell from your breathing that much of the tension is gone. But not all. Here, come up on the bed with me. No, don’t pull your cock out of me. We can manage. No, I don’t care that it is softening. I want it to stay in me until I can release more of your tension, until it gets big and angry again and wants to fuck something hard with thundering thrusts. I want to be that something. Here, let me wrap my calves around your thighs, holding you deep inside me, while I encircle my arms around you and massage your shoulder and back muscles and your butt cheeks. There like that. You’re sighing for me. That’s good. Your tension is flowing out of you now.