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By *vsindy OP TV/TS
4 weeks ago
A place where sheep are warm, or Burnley. |
You are already in position, dressed as required in your lace red basque, matching thong and black fishnet stockings. On your hands and knees, face buried in the pillow and bottom high in the air.
You hear the bedroom door open, and footsteps as he enters. No words, no sound except the sound of each others breathing. Footsteps as he approaches the bed, then stillness.
A finger traces down your back, down onto your bottom and further down, along the cleft between your cheeks, before moving under you to trace the outline of your cock inside its lace thong.
The finger goes away, and the sound of a zip being released, clothes being taken off and then the bed creaking as he climbs on it.
The finger returns, joined by the rest as a hand caresses your bottom, stroking you as the silence gets louder.
Tugging, tugging at your thong, pulling it down, down over your hips and to your thighs, opening you to his needs. Your own cock responding, stiffening, hardening.
More shuffling on the bed as he gets behind you, then.....ohhhhhh, a wet tongue exploring you, hands holding your cheeks apart as it delves into your most private area.
You can't help it, a low moan escapes your mouth, muffled by the pillow. He freezes, you remember...no words, no sounds. Silence again, and he continues to probe you, making you ready.
More movement, you can sense he is now behind you, you feel the tip of his cock against your hole, a gentle pressure as he positions himself, ready to enter you.
Harder now, the pressure grows as he pushes into you, opening you up with his thick cock, spreading your hole to accommodate all of him. Pushing deeper in silence until you feel him resting on you, fully impaled in him.
More movement as he pulls away, only for him to SLAM back inside you. Again, pull out and SLAM. Again. Again. AGAIN. Harder and faster, the bed creaking as you are fucked, and fucked, and fucked.
Still no sound,the silence is deafening as he ploughs you, his hard rampant cock using you like the slut you always knew you were.
Suddenly motionless, is that a pulsing in your hole you feel? Yes, yes...he's is cumming, emptying his seed inside you, flooding you with his spunk as he blasts inside you, coating your tunnel with his cream.
Pulling out, the sound of him leaving your hole clear in the silence. Heavy breathing. Rustling of clothes being put back on, yet still you remain in position.
Finally, words spoken, but not by you. "Good slut", he says, "until next time". He pulls up your thong, settling it back in place, but your own cock refuses to soften and fit back in, the back of the thong slipping into your cleft and getting soaked from his leaking cum.
The door opens, then closes. He is gone, and you sigh....contented, happy, fulfilled. You collapse face down, falling asleep. |
