mf1438
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- Sep 2, 2016
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She tortured me with her pussy. I wanted it every day, instead I got it two or three times a week, and always at night. Always after she gave me the green light.
It was her smile, the red negligee she wore to bed at night. It was always something special she did to give me the green light.
No oral sex. She didn’t go down on me. I didn’t go down on her. The routine was the same after I got the green light. She knew I liked it doggy style. She knew I liked her warm wet pussy.
She would get me hard. Grab the KY jelly and lube up, then tell me to stick it in. Some time I would miss the hole, my sweet cum hole. She would reach back with her left hand and guide it in.
I tried to fuck her brains out, but in hindsight, it was my brains I was fucking out. I was mesmerized by this pleasurable experience. After a few grunts and groans I gave it my all. Her reward was my creamy jism.
That was what she wanted. It was her time to get pregnant. Her biological clock was ticking. I was her sperm donor. She was my cum hole.
I didn’t find out about the rhythm method until much later. She plotted her fertile moments and made me stop masturbating so my seed would be ready when she gave me the green light. I wanted more sex but after waiting patiently, sometimes days at a time, I was anxious to dump a load.
I was supposed to get her sweet pussy, as much as I wanted, till death do us part, but after she got pregnant, I didn’t get the green light anymore.
It was her smile, the red negligee she wore to bed at night. It was always something special she did to give me the green light.
No oral sex. She didn’t go down on me. I didn’t go down on her. The routine was the same after I got the green light. She knew I liked it doggy style. She knew I liked her warm wet pussy.
She would get me hard. Grab the KY jelly and lube up, then tell me to stick it in. Some time I would miss the hole, my sweet cum hole. She would reach back with her left hand and guide it in.
I tried to fuck her brains out, but in hindsight, it was my brains I was fucking out. I was mesmerized by this pleasurable experience. After a few grunts and groans I gave it my all. Her reward was my creamy jism.
That was what she wanted. It was her time to get pregnant. Her biological clock was ticking. I was her sperm donor. She was my cum hole.
I didn’t find out about the rhythm method until much later. She plotted her fertile moments and made me stop masturbating so my seed would be ready when she gave me the green light. I wanted more sex but after waiting patiently, sometimes days at a time, I was anxious to dump a load.
I was supposed to get her sweet pussy, as much as I wanted, till death do us part, but after she got pregnant, I didn’t get the green light anymore.
