KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2000
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It's nearly finished. I just have to force myself to wade through a bout of cunnilingus and a little fucking. I'll submit it tonight and by Monday, Tuesday at the latest, you'll be able to douse yourself in prostate-testicle products.
Here's a sample for you:
"I want you to cum in my pussy, not my mouth, Pastor Mike."
"Hannah." He breathed her name like a sacrament.
She pushed things out of her way and bent over his desk. Her beautiful rump stuck upwards, a naughty testament to sin of the most delicious sort. He licked his lips and palmed her ass cheeks, savoring the feel of them. He didn't think he'd ever get to do it again and he wanted to remember the smooth skin and firm curves for the rest of his life. She wiggled, shoving against him. "Do you like my butt?"
"I love your ass, Hannah." He hadn't said ass out loud in well over five years. It felt wonderful to say it to her. He leaned down and bit it, then licked it. She squealed and thrust it at him. He pushed his cheek against the soft skin and breathed in the heady scent of her cunt.
The damp slit between her legs drew him like bees to honey. He wanted to touch it, rub his face in it, press his dick into it, he just wanted to be a part of it. She reached behind her and grabbed the flesh on either side of her pussy and pulled, opening it up to him. "Fuck me, Pastor Mike."
Here's a sample for you:
"I want you to cum in my pussy, not my mouth, Pastor Mike."
"Hannah." He breathed her name like a sacrament.
She pushed things out of her way and bent over his desk. Her beautiful rump stuck upwards, a naughty testament to sin of the most delicious sort. He licked his lips and palmed her ass cheeks, savoring the feel of them. He didn't think he'd ever get to do it again and he wanted to remember the smooth skin and firm curves for the rest of his life. She wiggled, shoving against him. "Do you like my butt?"
"I love your ass, Hannah." He hadn't said ass out loud in well over five years. It felt wonderful to say it to her. He leaned down and bit it, then licked it. She squealed and thrust it at him. He pushed his cheek against the soft skin and breathed in the heady scent of her cunt.
The damp slit between her legs drew him like bees to honey. He wanted to touch it, rub his face in it, press his dick into it, he just wanted to be a part of it. She reached behind her and grabbed the flesh on either side of her pussy and pulled, opening it up to him. "Fuck me, Pastor Mike."