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Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
There’s always one,
Eyes set towards the sun,
Ready to burn,
Embracing the blindness,
And lead others forth;
Into they chasm,
The abyss of ignorance,
Whistling a happy tune,
Smiles on the way to doom.
I wave at them as they pass
Hoping they don’t seek
To drag me down with them.
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She was standing there looking alone and lost. Straight platinum blond hair down past her ears, slight build, black mini skirt and fishnet stockings. Just the type I enjoyed. She looked young but not too young. Sure call me a pervert but I’ve got limits. I was looking for a quick bit of head for the right price and she was selling. I wasn’t going to ask how old she was, she was old enough to know what she was doing that’s what counted.
I circled the block making sure the coast was clear and then slowed down the car and gave her a slow once over. She came walking over and just got in the car.
“Whoa! What the fuck?”
“You want a blow job right?” she said; her voice had an almost resigned monotone to it.
“Ummm yeah,” I said and pulled the car away from the curb. If she was cop bait she would have blown it with that question, “What’s the damage?”
“Twenty-five bucks straight blow,” she said in that same tone of voice.
It was actually kind of creepy. I mean I’ve heard of the streets draining the life out of you. And goodness knows that most of these ho’s had some sort of drug or another running through their veins but the way she spoke it just sounded like she was one step away from the grave.
“Good night so far?” I asked.
She looked over at me and stared. Pale ice blue eyes looked out from a pale alabaster face. She didn’t say a word. Shit. She was starting to scare me. If I couldn’t get it up I wasn’t giving this bitch a cent.
I pulled over to an empty parking lot not too far away and pulled out my cock.
“You know what to do.”
She leaned over and looked up at me with the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She took my cock in her hand rubbing up and down it.
“I know”
Her tongue came out from between her lips. She flicked the tip of her tongue over my head and circled underneath it. Her thin blue tinged lips circled me as she sucked just the tip letting it slide in and out of her mouth. Ohhh she knew what she was doing all right. I put my hand on her head and started to pump my hips a little. She took more of my cock into her mouth. More and more further and further she went until she her mouth engulfed my entire cock. The feeling was incredible. I had never lasted long and I knew this time wouldn’t be any different. Then she pulled her head up.
“Wha???” I yelled.
“Not yet.”
“Huh?”
“Not yet,” she said again. Her thin fingers circled my cock stroking it up and down keeping me hard yet not letting me cum. Her saliva served as lubricant as she moved up and down the length of my rod and over my head. Her movements were nearly mechanical, lacking in either emotion or enthusiasm yet they were more than doing the trick. My cock had never felt so hard before and I hadn’t come yet.
“Oh yeah bitch. Rub that thick rod. Mmmm. Suck me some more. Oh shit you’re earning your money tonight bitch.”
She didn’t seem to react she just kept rubbing up and down my cock. Her hands moved up and down, sweet friction that sent my blood rushing keeping me stiff and on edge.
“God damn it girl suck that shit!” the feelings were a sweet torture. I needed release. I wanted to cum bad.
She looked at me with those pale eyes and leaned over slowly with her tongue out and licked the length of my cock.
“Suck it!” I screamed. I pushed down on her head. My hands met resistance like a steel bar and those pale eyes that had before looked a step away from death blazed with fire. She bared her dull white teeth and lunged for my cock. I pulled my hand back as if from fire.
“You’ll come,” she said again yet this time there was even more coldness to it.
She continued to stroke and lick me. She licked my dick like it was an ice cream cone or a lollipop with long licks up and down. Her hand continued to stroke me when she wasn’t licking and the other took a hold of my balls and fondled them.
I hadn’t had lovers who had paid this much attention to my cock much less a twenty-five dollar whore. The only problem was the sensations were pleasure and pain. She had me on the edge of a massive orgasm the whole time. My cock would twitch and jerk, my hips would buck, I was sweating and tense yet every time I thought I would explode she would pull back just enough to not bring me there. I knew better than to try to force her even if I could overcome the freakish strength of her resistance. She had my manhood literally in her grasp and by her teeth.
Near tears I begged.
“Please let me cum. Suck it, rub it, fucking plug it in the lighter but please make me cum!”
This time she did smile and a tear leaked out of my eyes. She took me in her mouth and I knew there was a heaven. Her lips covered my cock in a vise and slid down taking me into her mouth and then rose again. Her head bobbed up and down and I felt my cum rising, I nearly fainted in terror that she would stop but she moved faster up and down sucking and stroking me.
My climax hit hard and I saw stars, the universe opened before my eyes and I knew my insignificance. I came so hard I expected to see it shoot out the back of that poor girl’s head. I cried out as every pent up frustration poured out through the slit of my dick. I poured shot after shot of cum into her mouth as I lost myself in sweet orgasmic bliss.
I sat in the driver’s seat of my car panting and out of breath.
She sat next to me hands in her lap a dab of cum on her bottom lip. For all that had happened she looked like she could be sitting at the library or maybe the pew of some church. How the fuck do you do that to a man and not show something?
“Do you want to fuck?” she said.
The question didn’t even register. Did I want to fuck? Do birds want to fly south for the winter? Hell yes I wanted to fuck but there was no way.
She looked down at my crotch. I looked down. I was still hard. No fucking way! I looked back at her. My mind still hadn’t registered the question. It was too unreal.
“If you do drive straight two blocks and turn right. There will be an alley two thirds of the way down on your left. It’s a dead end. Go down it and we’ll fuck there.”
I blinked. That’s it. My mind had just gotten to the ‘want to fuck’ and here she was giving me directions like one of those GPS navigation systems. I looked over again at her. She sat in the seat back straight hands in her lap. Her body was turned slightly towards me with her knees bent. She had small perfectly shaped tits. They were covered in a halter top underneath her black leather jacket.
“I want to see your body,” I said.
She laughed. It was a laugh I’m sure of it. Yet it didn’t sound happy. How do you laugh and have it sound not happy?
“Drive.”
I started the car and drove. I followed her directions to the letter even though she never spoke during the drive. The drive seemed longer than it should. The two blocks were fine and then I turned right. Then it seemed like a long drive until I saw the alley yet I knew it as soon as I saw it. There was a dead end sign just as she had said. I turned the car down the alley and it’s like I drove from the night into midnight. The headlights were the only light yet I could still see the sides of the warehouses on either side as I drove. Finally we reached the end of the alley.
“We’re here,” she said and reached over to touch my arm.
Her hands were ice cold to the touch and I pulled back.
“Don’t be afraid now. You’re going to cum in me,” she said pulling off the black leather jacket.
I pushed the seat back and pushed down my pants. Meanwhile she had taken off her leather jacket and was unzipping her mini skirt. The small skirt slid down off her narrow hips and her pussy shone in the dim light. She had just a strip of hair over her pussy. Her full lips were ripe and inviting; she was spread before me showing off her pink inner flesh obviously engorged with blood and glistening with her own juices. What a slut. She was looking forward to it.
I reached for her top and she shook her head pushing my hands back and down to my sides. When she was sure I would keep them there she lifted her halter-top and her naked tits were exposed to my leering. They stood up straight and proud. Two perfectly round cones of flesh topped by hard cherry red nipples. Covering her chest and down her belly was a tattoo. Something tribal or Goth or some shit no doubt. It looked … almost like stitches in the pale light except bigger.
“I know,” she said running her hand over the tattoo,” they didn’t have to do that did they? After all I was already dead wasn’t I?”
Her hands quicker than lightning grasped my writs and pinned my arms down. She leaned over me and I could see what I thought was a tattoo more clearly. It wasn’t a tattoo but scars. Autopsy scars. I tried pushing her off me but I couldn’t.
“Get off! Get off me!” I yelled.
“Oh sweetie. I’m going to get off don’t worry. So are you. You’re going to get off in my pussy remember?” now her voice had a tone, sickly and sweet like rotting flesh, “You’re going to cum and give me your soul darling. You know you’re going to die tonight don’t you?”
I freaked. No way was I going for this shit! But I couldn’t move. She was stronger than possible and I just squirmed in her grasp. I called out. I screamed. I screamed and screamed.
“Shhhhhh!” she purred in my ear. Her tongue circled around my ear dipping inside. “Nobody will hear you. After all you’re just fucking some whore right?” she smiled her dull white teeth showing like gravestones in her mouth.
She kissed down my neck, teeth nibbling and scraping against my skin. She rubbed her nipples over my chest. She took one hand and undid my buttons so her naked body could now rub against mine. So quick was she that I didn’t have time to try more than moving my arm. Her nipples were hard pebbles rubbing over my chest exciting me despite myself.
“Mmmmm,” she purred again. “You do like it. I knew you would. You’re going to cum. And when you do you’re soul is mine. Why fight it? Enjoy it darling. It’s not every night you get to fuck the dead.”
I shuddered yet I could feel a stirring in my groin. Nooooo! Don’t do it. Just this once don’t rise up!
She kissed my chest, the gentle touch of her lips frightening me more than anything else she’d done. I squirmed and pushed trying to escape but she had me tight. I couldn’t fight her and couldn’t fight the desire building inside my own body.
“Mmmmm yeah get that cock hard baby. Fuck me bitch,” she said mocking me.
I wanted to tell her to go to hell but I was afraid she was far too familiar with the place already. She kissed down past my stomach towards my groin. I was in a near panic knowing that if she got her lips around my cock again I’d be done for. She started placing wet kisses all over my groin, her tongue traveling through the hair of my crotch sucking wetly all over the area around my dick. Her mouth was amazing and I reveled in the fantastic feelings despite my circumstances. Then her mouth moved to my balls sucking one then the other into her mouth and I knew in the pit of my soul that I was done. Slowly, delightfully she sucked and tongued my balls until my rod was stiff and hard. Then with one long slow lick up the length of my cock and under my head she had me how she wanted me.
She didn’t say a word just rose up positioned her cunt over my cock and slid down. Her pussy was liquid fire and it enveloped my cock whole. She sat on my cock her eyes closed and gyrated her hips. I felt like an iron rod stirring the lava in an active volcano. I let out a loud moan.
“Ohhhhh Goooodddd!” I yelled.
“Too late,” she whispered, “Too late. Too late.”
She raised her hips and started to move up and down my cock. Her breasts bouncing as she rode me. She was the vision of an angel and I could for a moment forget what kind of demonic fate she had planned for me as I watched the erotic beauty of her body screwing mine. She moved faster and faster, her body bouncing on mine and I knew this time there would be no teasing; she was going to make me cum and cum quickly.
I frantically tried to think of the unsexiest things I could. Baseball stats, old hag school teachers, my wife. It wasn’t working I could literally feel the semen churning in my balls. Harder. Damnit, don’t fucking cum. I thought of politicians, ugly women, I even pictured cute little puppies getting kicked by PETA protestors but nothing worked. My hips twitched then started to buck. My ass slapped the seat as I fucked into her.
“Look in to my eyes,” she commanded.
I couldn’t help myself and I looked up into those pale blue eyes. They were dead. Her eyes were completely lifeless as her body pounded against mine. I was fucking a fucking dead girl. That’s when my cock exploded and the last thing I saw was a blast of bright light.
****Headline in the next days newspaper****
10/31/07 Rutters NewsService
Richard Numsuc was found dead in his car on the side of Route 69 today. Police spotted the abandoned car around 4 am. According to police reports the man apparently died of a heart attack while parked at the side of the road. Police have not ruled out foul play as the man was found with his pants around his ankles and with his genitals missing.
“There are no visible lacerations or signs of mutilation yet it is certain from evidence found in the car that Mr. Numsuc did have his appendage and in working condition that night,” said Constable Don Wan-Tu. “It’s as if it just disappeared right at the balls. Strangest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Richard Numsuc was known to police because of several citations for using the services of prostitutes. He was 44 yrs old and left behind a wife and 2 children.
I like to walk into the night,
To listen to the silence,
See the darkness as it surrounds me.
I watch as nocturnal creatures
Scurry and run,
Avoiding the light and it’s damning luminosity.
I walk alone in the night
Nobody walks beside me
Regaling me with their activities of the day,
Thrusting opinions unasked and unwanted upon me.
I stand alone in the night,
And let the night wash over me,
Swimming in it’s dark mysteries,
The murky blackness and dim shadows.
The night becomes a refuge;
From the bustle of the day,
The shiny and the loud,
Sparkling with its dazzling lights
Whirring with sirens;
Screaming in my ear
Take this! Watch that!
The night prepares me for the day
Restoring my soul.
Soaking up all the dark and undesired,
The confusion and blur,
They cease as I walk in the night,
Fed to the insatiable hunger of darkness
Swallowed in the black,
Leaving me to shine.
I walk back into the light,
Done with my stroll
Through the night.
I walk through the door
Into the sights,
The sound,
The sensory overload.
I welcome the light.
For I know the night will come
And once again,
I will walk into the night.
Just one kiss and I can get you in bed. Sounds preposterous right? Maybe. Yet ….
Read the beginning of Just One Kiss. A short erotic story available for only a dollar. Just One Kiss
Just One Kiss
By: C. Stuart Lewis
The clinking of glasses, conversation and loud music washed over the bar like the stale water of an inland pond. I sat at a table a few feet from the bar. Alone. As usual. One Long Island Iced Tea half done in front of me, an empty glass at the other end of the small table. The remnants of my first Long Island, discarded and dismissed. Unlike me, it was waiting to be joined shortly.
He sat down in the empty chair across from me. He was not my type. Short brown hair, brown eyes, average hands. I like a man with big hands. He leaned over the table.
“I bet I can get you into bed with me with just one kiss.”
I smiled. What kind of lame ass line is that?
“I’m not that drunk,” I looked down at my glass. He couldn’t have slipped anything in it. I brought the highball glass to my lips and downed the remainder of my drink, “And I’ll never be that drunk.”
He smiled, not in any way discouraged.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. The name is Shawn, with a ‘w’ not an ‘e’. I couldn’t help noticing you’re here by yourself. A pretty woman like you should have some company.” Again he smiled.
Damn, boy, you smile too much. Nothing like having a man tell you that you’re all alone to bring up the old self esteem.
“I’m sure you’re thinking you’re the guy to be my company guy.”
“I was thinking that. In fact I was thinking I’d be great in your bed too.”
There was that same damn smile. Dude, seriously.
“I’m doing good, thanks.”
“So, what’s your name Beautiful?”
“No, it’s not Beautiful.”
“Hahaha. That’s a good one. So what’s your name?” he asked again.
“Karen, with a ‘K’”
“Karen. Rolls off the tongue,” he flicked his tongue like a snake, “I’ll be sure to remember it when I’m screaming your name.”
“To the cops?”
He laughed. It was almost as annoying as his smile.
“I like you Karen. I was just coming over her to see if I could get laid but I’m starting to like you. Of course I still want to get laid.” Again with that damn smile.
“Of course. And with just one kiss if I remember.”
“Haha. You’re right.”
“And what I want -”
“Oh, you’ll want it.”
“Uh huh.”
“Come on. Just one kiss and if you want I’ll walk away right after and not talk to you the rest of the night. Hell, you’ll never hear from me again.”
He did make it down right tempting. Just getting rid of him would be worth the kiss by itself. I haven’t been kissed romantically in months. A dry spell of sorts. The feel of lips on lips would be nice. A soft petal brush against … Ugh, look at him. The soft petal of flowers against the cold glass lips of a beer bottle. A literal feeding of a pearl to swine.
“Do you smoke?”
He blinked. “Umm no. Why?”
“Just wondering.” I smiled, a half smile. At least I won’t have to taste cigarette ash. Oh what the hell. “Oh what the hell. I’ll take that kiss. And then you can leave.”
He beamed. No, seriously, he fucking beamed.
“You won’t regret it.”
He got up and moved his chair beside mine. He took my hand in his. His hands were smooth, his thumb rubbed over mine and across each finger, a caress that was surprisingly intimate despite its simplicity. He looked into my eyes, his dirty brown eyes into my steel grey blueish ones, like splashing mud on a chrome fender. His eyes smiled and I didn’t mind. He held my gaze and leaned forward, closing his eyes a second or two before his lips made contact with mine.
His lips were soft and gentle as they met mine, pressing softly, my lips parted and I breathed him in. My tongue reached for his, slipping between his lips. Our tongues danced in our mouths as our lips pressed harder together.
He pulled back and smiled. “So good eh.”
Fuck his smile. But damn, he is a good kisser. “It was enjoyable.”
“I knew you’d like it. And just think how good the rest of it would be.”
“There is no rest of it.”
“Uh huh,” he grinned. “So what do you like for breakfast?”
“What?”
“Breakfast. You’ll need something to replenish your strength for after we fuck.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I was on my third Long Island Iced Tea, thanks to Smiley for paying, and I admired his persistence. And his complete lack of social awareness. When the server brought over my drink we shared an ‘omg’ eyeroll and he was totally oblivious. God, I hope she didn’t see me kiss him. I took another long sip of my drink.
He sat there, thankfully without that loathsome smile, waiting. I sat drinking. And thinking of that kiss. It was like one of those songs that get stuck in your head, but it was on my lips. Even as my lips were wrapped around the straw, sucking in the warming alcohol the tingle of his lips teased them. It really was a good kiss.
“So what do you like to do for fun?” he asked just in time so that the pause in conversation did not go from lengthy to awkward.
“Nothing. I sit in bars all day and hope I get lucky and my future husband hits on me and we end up drunk somewhere together.” It was the first time I saw his smile crack and fade. Probably because it was too close to the truth. Fuck. I’m getting drunk. “What do you do for fun? You seem like a fun guy.” This time I smiled.
“Oh, that’s easy. I love sports, I play golf, but my handicap is terrible,” he laughed, “I like to think of it more like drinking beer and going for a walk. I also cook and like movies.”
So going out to bars and trying to fuck women is what? A part time job? Or maybe it’s not as much fun for you either. Oh yeah, angry drunk Karen is coming out. Time to wrap this puppy up and put this bitch to bed.
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Side by side all on the table,
Consider what the offer is.
A joint effort of harmonic bliss,
Coordinated syncopation.
You and I could be like this,
If you would take up my offer
Sign on the invisible line,
With ink of a different nature.
It’s a juxtapose, just suppose,
A riddle and a mystery
Something we could solve
With some resolve
And a bit of clarity.
Together side by side
Examine me for my mistakes.
Lay with me
And let me see myself as you see me,
Perfect.
A poem
Red and warm if taken fresh.
A balmy 98.6 degrees
Thin or thick, if coagulated.
A taste like iron in my mouth,
but only if busted free to drip on my tongue
otherwise it is there with no taste at all
kept in its veins.
The Liquid of Life
Flowing through the rivers inside us all
All of those considered living.
Pumping, pumped, pushed to the extremities
raised too high, it won’t flow at all.
Mixed with breath, then life is given
Take all the air out of the room,
Watch the river flow blue,
Giving not life but death
River Styx
Wash in the river
let it rain down on me.
This red rain, this holy water.
Drink of this cup and live
… or die if spilled out on the ground.
The year is 2070. The COVID-19 virus never did go away. Vaccines were created but mutations evolved. Several more pandemic viruses sprang up. In 50 years the combined death toll for all things related to the virus, economic toll, military actions, indirect health cases and direct deaths, has reduced the global population by 2 billion people.
Tracy is a 20 year old girl in the anti-ers, a group of resisters that split from the formal governments of their time and formed their own “nation”, one without borders or formal structure. Live as you want, die as you ought was their motto. She was born an anti-er and she’ll die an anti-er. That was how it was, the way it ought to be. But she wasn’t like everybody else.
The global government bodies have come up with new technology to help with the spread of diseases of all kinds, according to them it can fight all COVID viruses and much more. Bio-engineered nanotechnology gobbly gook as her dad would say. He doesn’t understand it and don’t need to. He knows government conspiracy when he sees it. He should, he’s a leader of the anti-ers. They study conspiracies like a religion.
But Tracy does understand it. She’s also learned something else, something startling important and personal. Her parents are idiots. Nearly all the anti-ers are idiots. And it’s not just an opinion it’s truth, she has proof. Are her family and millions of families across the globe the product of a global conspiracy? Can she convince her family that they really are idiots? Can she convince anyone that there has been a conspiracy? And what can she do to stop it? She’s going to have to find out and fast. She’s got the virus and she either has to get onto the Nanobioinnoculator program and injected with the new technology within two weeks or she’s faced with possible death.
A story told in rhyme of a gumshoe detective and the client who is looking to find someone she hasn’t met.
The black was a dress that fit her like a sex starved lover,
the blue was her mood.
Me?
Me, I was the gumshoe she came to see.
She came for me to see red.
“I need you to find who did this to me,” she said.
Straight and to the point. Just like my hard on. Really, who
wears leather like that?
“What did they do? And can you afford my fee?”
Two questions. One word.
Yes.
The only answer I needed to know.
Then she parted her dress. Marks, red like rose petals in a line, down her back and across her butt. Her ass called to me. Neighing like a wild stallion.
Who was I not to answer the call of the wild?
“Those are some pretty heavy marks,” I said as I drooled, “the man that would mark such a canvas is a fool.”
Then the curtain dropped. Her dress was zipped back up.
“Just find him,” she said.
“Then leave him to me.”
I searched with information given to me.
She was at a party.
Then she passed out.
Then she awoke,
with marks given out.
I searched high and searched low
but enough about my mental state.
I found the answer she wanted.
I called her into my office.
She strode in on a pair of stiletto heels.
I wondered again if there were any way for me to get her off her feet.
I’m not the sweeping type but for her I’d find a broom.
“I got the info you wanted and more. You have what I want?”
“I’ve got the check”
“That’s not all that I want.”
“Just give me the information I need.”
“Just give me the check then.”
With money in my hand, at least on paper, I gave her a name then I gave her more.
“Here is the man who marked your skin.”
I made my announcement and then opened a door.
Then I got a surprise as she dropped to her knees.
“Master I am yours. Your marks on my skin caused my mind to leave. Subspace I entered by your hand. Take me as I am. Yours to do with as you please. Take me. I’m on my knees.”
They walked out hand and hand. All I had was the check in my hand.
Dames.
The next one that walks through that door remind me:
To get my whip.
Listening in (An erotic story that’s just dialogue)
Why is the set up so important? I mean why can’t we just enjoy the fuck and be done with it?
Because we want to know why they’re fucking. It’s less rapey that way. It’s a girl thing. Girls want the emotional connection. Guys just want to fuck.
Oh contrare …
That’s ‘au contraire’.
Whatever, I enjoy the set up just as much and I’m a guy. I’m sure there are plenty of guys that do.
Well you’re special.
Thank you. Wanta fuck?
I thought you’d never ask and just keep blabbering all day.
It’s blathering…
Shut the fuck up and pull that big dick out.
This big, thick 8 inch monster? You want to suck this?
I’ll take that as a yes. Mmm you do that so goood. Yeah swallow that thing girl. Mmm yeah.
Don’t pull too hard on my hair. I’m getting it done tomorrow. It mmmpph. Mmm mmmp mmm …
What? I can’t hear you with so much cock in your mouth. Fuck your face harder? Why thank you I think I shall.
Oooo look how those balks bounce off your chin. What was that? Thank you sir. It’s a pleasure to please sir.
Uhh. Uhhh. Mmm.
You’re a fucking bastard you know that right?
Get up off your knees and take off those jeans and loose the shirt and bra too.
I’m not wearing a bra. You should be able to tell by how saggy these things are.
I love your big boobs and they don’t sag that much. They look good by your knees. Ooo you can put that finger some place else missy. Go put on your fuck me shoes; the red ones.
Those ones don’t fit.
I know. Consider it part of your punishment along with the spanking you’re about to get. If you’re lucky your ass will match your shoes.
And if I’m unlucky?
Then your shoes will clash with your purple ass.
Oooo. Let’s throw fashion to the wind. Please Sir?
Then bring the whip with you. Oh and keep your legs straight and knees apart when you bend over to get your shoes. I want to see what I’m getting in later.
Yes Sir. Is the view pleasant Sir?
Damn tasty.
I love how your ass sticks out in your heels.
You always have been an ass man.
And you have always had an ass worth being a man for. Mmm yeah feels so good. Bend over hands flat on the bed. Mmm snack time.
Mmm. Mmmmm. That’s good eating there. But it needs to be warmed up.
One.
Two.
Three.
Ahh there’s a little color. Amazing the results the ole cat o nine gets eh? You okay there?
Yes Sir. Just getting started Sir.
True I am. 20? Nice round number don’t you think?
Ahhh. Yes Sir. If it pleases you Sir.
See already compliant.
…
18
Ahh!
19
Ahh!
20
Ahhh!
Mmmmm nice and red. Ssss feel the heat from your buns. Yes squeeze that ass. Sooo good, sooo hot. I’m going to fuck you hard baby. You did good. Always good for me sweet one.
Thank you Sir. Please fuck me. Please fill my hot pussy with your cock. Make it your own.
Ahhhh yesss. Uhhh.
Mmm. Unnn. Uhhh. Mmm nnnn nnnnn nnnn.
Ohhh. Yess. Harder. Oh God. Ohh yess. Nnnnmm.
Uhhhh. Turn over and lie on the bed. Hold your knees. Yeah just like that. Look at that pussy.
Ohhhh. Yes eat my pussy John. Oh shit. Yeah. Right there. Right there! Ahhhh. Yess yess. Oh shit your finger … going to. .. Ohhh your tongue too … I’m …. Ahhhh!
Yes gonna fill that pussy up now. Oh fuck yeah. Hot and wet, feels so good. You feel so good baby. Uhnn uhhn. Uhhn! Ohhh yeah.
Fuck me baby! Uhh. Fuck your pussy. Fuck me!
Uhhn! Uhhn, uhhn, uhhn uhhn uhhn! Ahhhh! Yeah! …. …. Ohhhh! …. Yessss.
Mmm such sweet kisses from such an evil man who made my ass sore.
And fucked you inside out.
Haha. And fucked me hard.
Uggg get off of me. Don’t lie on me like that. You’re heavy. John. John! Hahaha. Oh for fuck’s sake.
Don’t you want to cuddle?
Oh my gawd, you are special.
And don’t you ever forget it baby.
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