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Derelict

... plans for my mouth. When I pressed the palm of my hand into my swelling, my sighing and panting answered his copious grunts. But, the freedom to express my responses was soon restricted and muffled. He began forcing two of his thick pasty white fingers into my mouth. As best I could, I tongued and coated them to ease the thrust-down. His calluses sanded my face as he slid deeper into my throat. My gagging and struggling caused his motions to catch fire, and I knew he was close. Furiously, I pushed and pulled my wrist bone over my mons to share the climax. Bone on bone, I dug into my vulva, rocking my hips determined to match his pace and strokes. Choking, sequences of rolling, squeezing, and throbbing erupted within my woman parts. Back arched, I stomped into my mattress – squealing and moaning in sync with my glory waves. My uncontrollable movements forced him to remove his fingers from my gullet. He jerked a blur, spasmed, and baptized my belly with ropes of warm leche. Perfumed white tea and linen offered an escape from the pungent aroma of mutual masturbation. The familiar prompted the next move. Shaking from the intensity of my rubdown, I turned over onto elbows and knees (feet dangling off the edge of the bed); I offered up my bum. But my belly seemed to be his object of interest. He gathered and scraped his jism from my underside and spread it over my behind. Moist jerks preceded his low rumbling moans as he licked every drop of himself from my freshly glazed ass. His ...

... finger grazed my anal opening. I looked at him and commenced to beg. “Please. Please, give it to me. Please, give it to me in my vee,” I pleaded while my cat throbbed with empty anticipation. “Have I ever?” “No. That’s why I’m asking, begging. Please, let me feel you inside my kitten.” “And you would beg me? You would beg to be fucked in your cat, woman?” “Yes, I’m begging you now. I’m on my knees begging you.” “What did I tell you?” “You told me that you don’t like begging.” “Precisely. So, I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to fulfill your request at this time, Carmelita,” he stated with no remorse, gave me the finger, and then slid it into his mouth. I strained my neck to look at him in his eyes, “You won’t ever fulfill my request, will you?” He removed his thick middle finger from his mouth with a suck, smacked my rear, and then pressed his finger into my ass, “No. I am not the one.” “Damn! You could accommodate if you had one smidge of compassion. It’s a simple request. This is about give and take. You seem to be doing the bulk of the taking.” “Last time, love! You knew what you signed up for; don’t play ignorant! And for the record, I have compassion...for your sexy bottom. Now, here’s something for you to take.” With that, he coupled his sword and finger and impaled my tail. Burning, my flesh was burning. No spit, no lubrication – this is what we’d come to, and I was sick of it. He must have hurt himself to some degree, because he stopped all efforts, spit into my cavern, ...