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Mother Earth Seduced
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From a few days ago...
The fantasy begins with a phone call, a certain Litster's voice. A deep, commanding voice, smoothe and rough at the same time...
He asks if I've followed his instructions through the night. Yes, all 5 glasses...
I've been holding my bladder long enough and I walk, taking the phone with me, into the bathroom and sit on the toilet. He tells me not to speak. When he says "begin" I'm to put the phone between my knees and let it go. Count to seven and then stop the stream...
What he hears is a forceful gush hitting the surface, I'm counting in my mind and when I get to seven I stop and bring the phone back to my ear. I tell him it's uncomfortable and ask to please finish. He asks me to rub my clitoris, I picture him hard with his hand wrapped around his cock...
He tells me to go ahead and finish but to continue masturbating at the same time, keeping the phone between my knees. The stream is just as forceful this time but is broken up as it hits my hand, wetting my inner thighs and pubic hair, lessons a bit, splashing, the last droplets falling from my fingertips.
I put the phone back up to my ear, I know he's stroking and closer. I can hear his guttoral and raspy breathing. I take a few squares of toilet paper. Knowing my intent he asks me to not wipe but to go to the bed and lay down, listen to him and continue playing with my wet pussy...
Walking back to the bed, I feel the now cool drops trickle down my legs. Laying down on my back I picture his face, between my thighs, cock in hand, jerking himself off while he licks me clean...
He comes, I come, end of story...
Scale of 1-10 ~ An easy 6.
The fantasy begins with a phone call, a certain Litster's voice. A deep, commanding voice, smoothe and rough at the same time...
He asks if I've followed his instructions through the night. Yes, all 5 glasses...
I've been holding my bladder long enough and I walk, taking the phone with me, into the bathroom and sit on the toilet. He tells me not to speak. When he says "begin" I'm to put the phone between my knees and let it go. Count to seven and then stop the stream...
What he hears is a forceful gush hitting the surface, I'm counting in my mind and when I get to seven I stop and bring the phone back to my ear. I tell him it's uncomfortable and ask to please finish. He asks me to rub my clitoris, I picture him hard with his hand wrapped around his cock...
He tells me to go ahead and finish but to continue masturbating at the same time, keeping the phone between my knees. The stream is just as forceful this time but is broken up as it hits my hand, wetting my inner thighs and pubic hair, lessons a bit, splashing, the last droplets falling from my fingertips.
I put the phone back up to my ear, I know he's stroking and closer. I can hear his guttoral and raspy breathing. I take a few squares of toilet paper. Knowing my intent he asks me to not wipe but to go to the bed and lay down, listen to him and continue playing with my wet pussy...
Walking back to the bed, I feel the now cool drops trickle down my legs. Laying down on my back I picture his face, between my thighs, cock in hand, jerking himself off while he licks me clean...
He comes, I come, end of story...
Scale of 1-10 ~ An easy 6.

