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on my knees again and it feels like the place I always end up, the only place that makes sense, head tilted back, mouth aching wide, arms pulled behind me like I’m bound, like I’m meant to be nothing but a vessel for this cock, god it looks even bigger from down here, so heavy, so hard, the veins standing out like it’s alive and angry, I can feel the heat before it even brushes my lips, I want to swallow it whole, I want to feel it stretch down my throat until I’m gagging and drooling but smiling through it because he loves me like this, because I’m his goddess and his slut at once, because every time I look up I see the way he stares at me like I’m his, like this mouth is built for him, like this tongue was made only to lick his shaft and circle the fat head and beg for the taste, god the taste, salty and thick, precum spilling already, he knows I’ll drink it, knows I’ll worship it, knows I’ll take it on my face if he wants to humiliate me or deep in my chest if he wants me to feel owned from the inside out, and all the while my pussy is dripping, soaking, thighs trembling because I can’t touch myself, because he said no, because my whole body is wired to his voice and the command of his cock sliding past my lips, so deep, too deep, but I don’t want him to stop, I want him to hold my head, push, make me gag, make me cry, make me prove that I’ll take him all, make me prove that I can stretch my throat for this monster, and I’m dizzy now, drunk on his cock, drunk on the smell, the taste, the weight of him hitting the back of my throat over and over, drool pouring, spit strings snapping from my chin, I don’t even care, I want to be ruined like this, and when he lets me breathe I pant against the wet shaft, sliding my tongue up the thick length, kissing it, worshipping it like it’s holy, because to me it is, because I know once he’s inside me I’ll break, I’ll cum, I’ll scream
and I’ll thank him for it, I’ll beg for more even when my legs are shaking, even when my pussy is sore, because nothing compares to being filled, nothing compares to feeling that stretch, that slam, that delicious invasion when he finally flips me over, bends me, spreads me open and drives himself home, my pussy swallowing every inch, the world narrowing to the slap of his hips and the wet squelch between us, me crying out, begging him to give it harder, faster, deeper, until I’m not even words anymore, just moans, just gasps, just his name, his cock, his cum, and when he finally pulls out to paint my face, hot ropes across my cheeks, my tongue out, my eyes locked on his, smiling because this is mine, this is him, this is us, my skin marked, my throat raw, my pussy wrecked, and my heart so full because I know I’ll do it again and again and again until he’s empty, until I’m nothing but his cum-drunk, dick-drunk girl forever
my knees are burning on the floor but I don’t want to move, I don’t want to lose this, his cock is still heavy on my tongue, I’m still dizzy from how deep he pushed it, my whole face wet with spit and precum, but he grabs my chin, lifts me up like a toy, his fingers hooked under my jaw, and I know what’s coming, I know that look, I’m already trembling because he’s about to take me somewhere else, somewhere even deeper, he drags me to the table, that cool smooth wood against my bare thighs as he lays me back, still holding my throat with one hand, still dragging the head of his cock across my lips like a paintbrush, smearing me with slick, and I’m moaning into it, eyes rolled back, my legs falling open on their own, my heels clattering on the wood because I can’t keep still, because my pussy is dripping down onto the table, leaving a little puddle, because my body knows it’s about to be used, he bends over me, his cock resting heavy against my cheek as he sucks my nipples into his mouth, teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp, I can feel the veins of his shaft pulsing against my face while his tongue circles my breasts, and I’m arching up, begging without words, my hands reaching but he pins them back above my head, wrist to wrist, holding me open like a flower he’s about to pluck, and I can feel the edge of the wood under my spine, the cool contrast to the heat between my legs, and then he slides down, mouth on my inner thighs, tongue tasting how wet I am, the sound of it obscene, slurping, licking, dragging his tongue up to my clit, slow circles, gentle at first but harder with each pass until I’m whining, until my hips are trying to rise off the table, until my ankles are crossing behind his back, pulling him in, I’m gone, I’m floating, the smell of wood and sweat and sex all around me, my nipples hard, my clit throbbing, his tongue inside me, his fingers stretching me, his cock sliding against my lips just to tease before he finally, finally pushes into me, that first inch a stretch, the second a burn, the third a shudder, the whole length driving home until I’m full, stuffed, helpless on the table with his cock all the way inside me, and he starts to move, slow at first, then harder, my body sliding slightly on the wood with each thrust, the wet sound echoing, his skin slapping mine, me crying out, clenching, cumming around him, nails scratching at the table because I can’t hold on to anything else, and then he pulls almost all the way out, drags the head over my clit, slaps it gently, and pushes back in deep, deeper, until I’m a mess, until my mouth is open in a silent scream, until I’m begging him to cum, until I’m telling him to ruin me, and he leans over, his cock still buried, and makes me look at him, and I do, eyes glassy, lips swollen, whispering please, please, until he finally pulls out, jerks himself over me, hot and heavy in his hand, and then the heat splashes across my chest, my neck, my face, dripping down my cheeks and chin, sliding between my lips because I’m already opening them, already licking, already smiling up at him as he smears the rest across my skin, marking me, owning me, and I whisper thank you, thank you, as I lick the last drops from his fingers, still spread open on the table, still trembling, still dizzy from being filled and emptied and covered, still his snowflake, still his slut, still drunk on his cock