His smooth body grinds into mine in each and every way. He grabs my flesh in his hands fully, pulling me this way and that, as his whim desires. We fuck for hours each time, this time no different. I feel his cock at its absolute depth, pushing into me, deeper and deeper. Searching for the deepest angle and constantly finding it.
I start off on my knees in front of him, eager after waiting all evening. The poet, fresh from his win tonight, comes grinning into my house. His cock is so smooth, as it glides across my tongue. The saliva adding to its slickness. I take him deeper and deeper down my throat, until it pierces the end and jerks my whole body in its gag process.
He wraps his thick, brown legs around my shoulders and squeezes his knees inward against my ears. My mouth doesn’t move from its mission, sliding up and down the shaft as much as motion will allow. His hand rests on my forehead, and scratches down my scalp, then slaps across the side of my face.
He stands and asserts himself behind me, me on all fours, quickly sliding with each slam against my backside. He reaches one foot up and places it across the back of my neck, the other planted firmly on the floor, and pushes deeper into my cavity. I’m groaning out and screaming, “yes,” as he plows into me from behind.
I’m fully splayed across the bed, my arms firmly gripping the sheets as he pounds against me, my ass arching upwards like a cat. His balls slap against my clit with each entry. He pulls out and tells me to look at the cream smeared across his dick. My pussy juicing all over him.
He cums quietly and retreats from my pussy, cleaning himself up quickly with some paper towel. I turn to roll a joint, but as I turn back towards him, I see he’s already securing another condom on his member.
He proceeds toward me, me lying on my back, my legs in a split. He enters me deeply, then twists and turns his body to plunge even deeper. I put my hand on my clit and rub furiously, cum squirting out of my pussy as I do. He’s lying across me sideways, one leg hooked underneath me, one up the other way, desperately trying to spread my pussy wider. I cum again and again and again on his cock.
I go back to worshipping his cock, perpendicular to him on my knees, him lying on the bed. I could continue like this forever.
What’s the difference between desire and devotion?
If this made you think, feel, or question your own definition of desire, restack or share it with someone who would have an opinion.
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