Thank you for the post miss.

Dang look what I found he he ...

How I want my slutty bitch's ass to look every time after we play.

Thanks for being a friend hugs

Saw this and thought of you......

Happy Valentine's Day, Angel

Thanks for the add

With my eyes down on the floor, studying the lines on the wood, I wait. Slow moments pass.

You arrive with sturdy, assured footsteps.

Before I can stop myself, I’m looking at you; my eyes drinking you in. Everything about you today is strong, confident, poised. Your composure draws my insecurities to the surface and a flush spreads over my body.

I can feel you appraising me, noticing the change in me, but you don’t comfort me, you don’t console me. Instead, your hand moves to grab my jaw, my mouth forced open, and your fake cock is pushed into my mouth.

I’m instantly, immediately grateful. My lips, my tongue, my mouth alive with sensation.

You groan and thrust your hips forward, as if your strap on was a part of you. I am eager to please you, moving my mouth over your fake cock, but it isn’t long before you become frustrated with my attempts. I know you want my cunt, next, but I don’t want to stop, my mouth still needs you. I feel you shift your weight, impatiently, but my lips are still sliding up and down the length of your strap on. You clear your throat.

I’m embarrassed by my need. I pull back, my eyes dropping to the floor, again.

You slap my face. I know I deserve it; such a greedy cockslut. I suck in my breath and feel you slap me, again. I hope that you don’t find out that my wetness has begun to coat my inner thighs. I wait, giving you the opportunity to slap me, again. When you don’t, I know you’ve forgiven me.

I feel so lucky in this moment, knowing that I am only heartbeats away from feeling you inside of me.