Explode

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A tribute to my favorite adult star.
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toniscales
toniscales
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for Seth Gamble

I need to see him tonight.
I turn out the light.
Get into bed. The fan
Blows delicious, cool air against
My skin. But the soft blankets
Underneath warm me. I am
Ready for him. I take my phone
And prop it on one of my tits, I need
To be able to pinch and tug my
Nipples as I see him fuck her. I lie
On my back, legs spread,
Propped up against the pillows,
Where my body is raised slightly
And able to take his gift.
Just the sight of little parts of him
Make me burn... His stomach. His
Neck. The sight of his balls do
Strange things to me. I love his
Balls so much. Maybe it's because
I know he carries life there.
When I see his lovely ass start
Moving as he pumps her I go wild.
For some reason if he touches his mouth
To hers while he's filling her it makes
It that much better, much more delicious.
I'm so wet it's like someone has
Opened my legs and injected me
With something. I'm just pooling in
It. My slick, liquid welcoming for him.
He does something that sends me
Over the edge. He bends over her
Back as he's stuffing her with his
Cock and holds her by her neck
And buries his face in her shoulder.
It's so primitive, so animalistic.
So desperately passionate.
It's like watching wild beasts mate.
I go crazy. I love that so much, to
See him making her take it like that.
To see the animal power and majesty
And the raw shadows of lust
Play across his perfect face.
To see him making her a literal vessel
For his cum, for his pleasure and release.
If he grits his teeth it's almost too good.
I have to stop rubbing my clit or
Else I'll cum too. I want to cum when
He does. I want to cum with him.
But I need to hear him. And he doesn't
Disappoint me. He moans deliciously,
Pumping away, his gorgeous, perfect
Ass moving in the most beautiful
Dance I've ever seen in my life. I
Rub softer, waiting for him. Every
Part of him is pure poetry. His legs, his
Feet, his nipples. There is nothing on
Him that's not beautiful and perfect.
I can tell he's ready. The thought
Drives me wild. The thought of what
He'll empty into her. And with a
Barely muffled groan so no one
Hears what I'm doing, I see and hear
Him cumming, and I. Just.

EXPLODE.

toniscales
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29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowabout 2 years ago

An intoxicating hymn of praise about the overwhelming combination of eyes and ears setting fire on the drum of dynamite to blast away tension and inhibition of 'civilization' and lay bare raw and pure sensation.

Thank you for sharing.

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