Mar 272011
 

 

 

UD - Reina Roja Hotel

It’s been a long winter.

So, naturally, you’re thinking of heading somewhere warmer. Hotter. You know, like a hotel with a human-sized cage…

Introducing Reina Roja Hotela sultry adults-only homage to titillation of all types, located in the heart of Playa del Carmen and taking reservations now.

Imagine a typical white-washed Mexican hacienda. Now, imagine its debauched opposite—a high-design, lushly experimental pleasure palace. Upon arrival, you’ll notice everything is bathed in red light, from the deep, rich wood in the lobby bar to the chains hanging next to your bed. (Just go with it.)

After acquainting yourself with the intricacies of your room’s blackout curtains and catching, say, La Dolce Vita at the in-house cinema, you’ll want to head to the boutique, which resembles a Spanish Colonial–era pharmacy. It stocks what we can only assume are ancient Mayan aphrodisiacs—snake venom, hyacinth water and the tears of virgins. (No… seriously.)

Eventually, you’ll return to one of the hotel’s five themed rooms. There’s the Espacio Erótico, which comes equipped with an extra-large cage—for very large birds, of course. But we’re thinking the After Hours space, a soundproofed abode with disco balls, room for eight people and mirrored ceilings.

No idea what those are for.Note:Reina Roja Hotel, now taking reservations, more info heresee the slideshow

Reina Roja Hotel
Calle 20 No 128
(between 5th and 10th Ave)
Playa del Carmen
Quintana Roo, Mexico
+52 984 877 3800
official website

REPOSTED FROM: www.urbandaddy.com

 

Mar 212011
 

 

 

 

By Lady Cheeky
August 2010

I woke up with the strangest feeling … craving, really. I could feel your cock in my mouth. I could taste its salty sweetness. My lips could feel the smooth, rigid surface of your shaft. The back of my throat could swear that your head was hitting the back of it and tried to swallow you whole each time. The most prominent feeling was that of my bottom lip half covering my teeth, the pressure of your movement as it was moving with you … slowly … each entry and each retraction … in and out. I could sense your circumference … your girth as my throat measured your length enjoying the slippery and sloppy … lapping and licking … sucking and fucking of my eager mouth.

My back arches and my hands find my slit. So wet, the shine must be blinding. My mind has fooled my slick pussy into believing she will be next to get the satisfaction of your cock. She’s writhing … pulsing … hot and steamy … begging me, her master for some relief. As I my mouth is still engaging your cock and not willing to stop … my fingers come to the rescue. Slowly caressing the mound, playing with the patch of silk you like to pull on. Muscle memory in my pussy tells it to expect something just around the corner. Then delicately, as if rocks skipping on water my fingers trace the outside of my lips. Moist, slippery, hot … begging to be violated as my hips cant upward. My hole dripping even more now as I imagine your cock fucking my mouth a bit faster … the pace of your hips pick up above me. I can almost see your face … your head thrown back … trying to control yourself even though overwhelmed with the sensation of my tongue expertly circling your radiating hard on.

My fingers begin to delve into the deep now. Past the folds of protection and into the nest of liquid essence that seduces my hands and finger tips to seek out my most sensitive spot. Both index fingers reach my swollen clit at the same time and each take a side. Extremely sensitive, my body shakes and tremors at the first sensation of pressure from each side.

I could cum in an instant, but I’m enjoying the taste of your pre-cum and watching you hold back. I want to cum together. I want to feel you’re cum hit the back of my throat as mine shoots from my pussy. I want you to inspire my fingers and hands to move as you would and make me gush as my body floats above us from the Dionysian tension and release that flows through us connected only by my mouth and your cock.

My hands are moving faster now … each index finger separate yet working in unison with each other and with the canting of your pace. Rubbing the engorged nest of nerves … making me writhe … making me moan as you fuck my face … feeling the sensation of your balls hitting my chin faster and faster … my fingers rubbing harder and harder … both of us coming closer and closer in perfect syncopation … in electric unison. Loud guttural sounds at the same moments alert us both that release is near … that our perfect union will result in an explosion of ourselves for the others enjoyment … it’s coming closer … furiously rubbing my hot, slick click … your dick thrusting to and fro like the wheels of a locomotive … backs arched … hips grinding and fucking … the sensation of burgeoning ecstasy about to blow through our bodies … and then … the eruption. A rocketing of such force that after the initial blast and paralysis of orgasm we are thrown from our bodies. You, leaving a trail of cum from my mouth diagonally up my face. Me, shooting sweet nectar into the air only for it to land on my belly.

As we unclench the muscles and begin our relaxation into that other world, holding hands so as not to be separated … I can feel my juices still jutting from my pussy … begging to be tasted … consumed … appreciated. Dreamily you rise and stalk my kitty like prey, locking eyes with me as you spread my legs apart … no request, a demand. Your head lowers and a voracious appetite appears and begins to feast upon the glistening juices of my soaked pussy. Lapping and licking. Flicking and sucking. Your fingers exploring fervently, your lips grabbing my clit for your tongue to lick and flick. Slowly drawing that clit deeper into your mouth so you can suck away as your fingers fuck my hole … rubbing my “G” which is beyond normal sensitivity. You have me screaming now, pure animal instinct has over taken you and I am at your mercy. You will not stop until you have coaxed every last orgasm out of my body and suckled my cunt dry. Your fingers “come hither” inside me and I feel the sensation approaching … my clit on the verge of exploding … fingers and tongue and lips all working in unison … tension building … I’m lightheaded and thrashing about … you hold my hips steady with your other hand … determined … still eating … still ravishing … appetite not satisfied yet until … the final burst of my hips and scream from my lungs as my pussy and clit simultaneously erupt in a mushroom cloud of bliss. I lose gravity … too lightheaded to speak … too overwhelmed to breathe properly … I am left, on my back, eyes closed, panting, crying softly … feeling only your soft sweet kisses slowly and gently covering my body … calming me … escorting me tenderly back to earth … to the gentle and safe asylum of your arms … to drift to sleep.

 

Mar 212011
 

10/19/09 (from emails sent 10 days after we met when I was “Princess Polysemy”)

Dear Princess:

In light of your efforts today, I felt it necessary to take a coffee break and detail my situation last night.  Hopefully, it will only spur on further messages, flirtation and sexts. Thanks for the inspiration.

Our IM ended so abruptly, it was as if I had just awoke from a pleasant dream to the harsh reality of another day.  During the last few minutes of our time together, I was merely just sitting there enjoying looking at your words and our banter.  It’s as if we were two boxers sparring in a ring except our gloved hands were replaced by quips and words that landed with love, passion, and torment.

I was left psychologically spirited and sexually charged – not to the point of no return, but I felt that if I could muster an orgasm in your honor, I might be able to sleep soundly with you in my dreams.  I began by reviewing previous transcripts, but was quickly caught up in the task of trying to read for other meanings and inflection.  Pausing to cease that effort, I tried to get more into the sexuality of it, but was left semi-erect and no clear path to success.

I realized the burr in my saddle may have been my contemplation of your request for a picture of my hands.  As you know, I struggled with this, recalling the dissatisfaction of my first efforts in sharing my image.  “But it’s a hand,” I told myself.

I googled “hands” for some time trying to find a likeness yet without the scars, the veins, the weathered skin.  Finally, my conscience got the better of me. “She gave me a pass to not partake in this folly.  Why throw something out there that is not you, when given such a gift?”

Finally, I took a photo of my hand.  Using the chairside table and lamp, I aligned and lighted so it would be just so.  First I contemplated the palm but demurred with the crazy thought that somehow you could determine more from me by reading my palm.  It would have included the all too evident calluses from the day’s labor.  Then to the back, I rolled my E.T. digits under, thereby not only covering my rugose digits, but also hiding signs of my oral fixation.

Satisfied with the results I sent it to you without further contemplation.  Knowing once it was sent, I could not take it back and only have greater regret depending on your feedback (a side note, your feedback was gracious and worthy of my consternation).

It was now approaching midnight and my body yearned for release.  I spent some time catching up on my reader, madly scanning for a picture or something to provide the needed spark.  At this point, I actually adjusted my laptop from my lap to the footrest in front of me.  In this position, without any underwear, I was free to grasp, grope and cajole arousal from my member.  At one point, the arousal built to a high enough level, I felt it necessary to push my pants down to my ankles, thereby allowing for unfettered access.  My tip exuded a small amount of pre-cum yet not enough to satisfactorily lube.  It’s as if my body was yelling, “This isn’t what we’ve been getting! Who are you trying to fool?”  I contemplated reaching for a bottle of lube to assist, but that seemed like almost too much work to complete.

In a hasty last attempt, I began searching for stories.  Stories describing acts that we’ve yet to achieve with words as inspiring as those that we’ve streamed.  There was enough inspiration to continue, but not enough to fully satisfy my needs.  Finally, just before midnight I gave up.

Throughout the evening, I’d incessantly, almost compulsively switched to Twitter, AIM and Gtalk, hoping your RL (sic: real life) would allow for respite.  I envisioned myself as an intruder, hiding in the shadows waiting for you to return to your room.  I knew if you did, I’d spring upon you like a cougar on a quail. Unsuspecting you’d be mindless as I assaulted your senses.  You’d be powerless as I grabbed you with strong hands and pushed you over the back of the chair.  You’d be paralyzed as I’d yank the nightgown from your startled body, and there before me, your alabaster skin would provide a feast for my weary eyes.

My shoes would kick your legs wider, matching the feet of the chair.  Only your thong would seemingly provide protection from my lecherous eyes.  You’d feel my body slide by, fearful of my next action.  Then suddenly I’d grab your auburn locks and pull your head back, as if correcting a spirited filly.  A slight gasp would come from your mouth, unexpecting the onslaught.  “Why did you keep me waiting so long?” I’d sneeringly whisper in your ear.

Your answer wouldn’t matter, for your fate had been prejudged.  Shortly after your retort, my right hand would smack flatly against your ass.  Your head would involuntarily jerk only to realize my left hand in your hair still held you in a contorted posture.  “Do you know how much I longed for you to return?”

Perhaps realizing no words were appropriate, no sound wound come from your lips.  My hand would gently descend and stroke at the reddening image of my palm.  Barely touching your cheek, it’d gently trace the contrasting lines of broken blood vessels and unfettered skin.  Only, when you’d emit that sigh, that peaceful accepting sigh, my rage would rise again.

“Are you enjoying this my Princess?” I’d scowl. While my left would jerk your head again, my right would push down my pants.  There, the product of my hours of waiting would spring forth waiting to finish the attack.  You’d remain glancing, unknowing the certainty of your situation.

My right hand would return to your rear and trace the line of your thong from back to front.  There it would find purchase and frantically push it aside.  Grabbing your hip, my erection would suddenly arise from between your legs shocking your senses and causing your head to flinch against the bonds of your hair yet again.  “I know you’ll enjoy this,” I’d promise.

Suddenly, with nary a warning I’d push my throbbing member deep inside you.  The wetness of your loins contradicts the plea of your surprise, as I’d slam my entire length deep inside.  And at my hilt, I’d pause.  My hips would roll and my right hand would push back against your mons, hoping to feel me buried deep inside.  I’d adjust some more and probe some more, again hoping to feel the outline of my member buried deep within.

While remaining deep inside, my hand would slide down across your clit.  Gently reminding you of a presence outside your cunt.  Then two fingers would trace the slippery lips distended by my insertion.  Gathering juice as if a bee gathering pollen.  That same hand, those same fingers would then find your mouth and forcibly enter urging to be cleaned.

And upon the sound of a whimper, I’d awaken again realizing my need to gain control of your mind and body yet again.  My right and left hands would join together on your shoulder blades pushing you further over the spine of our makeshift saddle.  I’d push strongly against the center of your back while hardened cock would remain deeply buried. Only satisfied when the sweat began to roll up your back, would my devastating attack begin.

And in an animalistic fever, my passion would erupt.  My guttural sounds accompanied by your moans and the sounds of our sexes sliding together.  The moisture from our efforts would drip from our bodies while the juices of our groins began to wick up your thong.  At times my force would so overcome our pose that the chair would slide forward causing us to adjust yet again.

Our passion was building, our bodies afire.  I would sense that we’d be approaching this peak called orgasm momentarily.  And yet I’d wanted to render one final punitory act.  My hips would slide back – my dick just outside your dripping slit.  I’d pause just long enough to make you hesitate, make you yearn, and make you turn your head in search of fulfillment.  Only there you’d see a blur.

You’d momentarily realize it was the indistinguishable sight of my left hand racing to find your left ass cheek.  And with a loud smack you’d cry.  From pleasure to pain in a mere fraction of a second, your mind would become overwhelmed with the contrast and try to comprehend the significance.  “You must always remain available,” I’d deeply scowl.

And then, before you could adjust, searing fire now smoldering in each cheek, I’d pile into you again, momentarily slamming the air from your body as your heaving chest crashed into the chair.  My hands would be pawing at your hips attempting maintain the tempo.  Our bodies would take over, the passion overwhelming.

And out of the corner of my eye, I’d notice the clock.  12:23.

There, in the haze of a sex depraved fantasy, you’d slipped into the realm of AIM.  In a flash of a moment, you’d come and you’d gone.  Not even a whisper.  Not even a pause. Never even realizing who waited in the shadows.

Yours,

MG

Dear Mr. Guerre,

I’ve just read your story for the third time tonight and am still left breathless and stimulated beyond any hope of sensible relief.  The fact that a very similar fantasy has played through my mind a 1000 times before without having the courage to speak it aloud was enticing enough … but to read on .. oh my …

The first time I read your story in full was in the restroom of an event at a posh hotel this evening at approximately 8:00pm. These restrooms had  individual shuttered stalls that were more like individual closets in a East Hampton mansion than a hotel lavatory.  I snuck in to read my piece from my lover and it did not disappoint. When I noticed the fresh wet feeling between my thighs, I knew I was sunk.  I had already decided to take off my skirt, hang it on the hook and place my phone in my left hand … my right began to massage the inner folds of my slit. Already steaming and drenched my pussy was ready …. as it had been all day … to get fucked again … to cum again to your delicious description of how you would have your way with me.

When you described your shoes kicking my feet wider apart, I felt faint as I began to stroke my pussy even faster and deeper, grazing my clit every now and again to let it know that I would be back to sate her. Your hand slapping my ass, other hand grasping my hair as I sighed to release the feeling of deep relief your presence promised me. Scowling “Are you enjoying this, Princess?” had me panting even harder in that tiny space imagining your hot breath behind my ear as you whispered it, and working over my cunt in a furious fever for satisfaction. I could feel my face contorting,  getting hot … I could hear my inner voice struggling and begging for myself to make me cum now.  But the story wasn’t over and I know that my Martin would want it saved until the last possible moment.

When you slammed your cock into into me, resting it in my deepest crevice, feeling for an outline of your member, I could barely stand it.  Imagining, your hot and sweaty body against mine. Feeling your skin connect with my back and knowing you were inside me was more than I could take. I shook and could feel the flutter of my orgasm coming with my fingers nowhere near my clit.  I literally had to bang my head against the stall wall (not too hard, but enough to smart) to snap me out of it and put me on track for the rest of the story.

But then you shoved your fingers bathed in my cum into my mouth and it was nearly over. My arousal had begun again and at full force. Thankfully what came next would be my relief and and my refuge.  Reading how you were fucking me hard and riding me like and animal. I rubbed and rubbed, my clit getting more aroused and engorged …. faster and faster.  Both our bodies as one and rasping with moans from deep within. Feeling my body limp over the chair, your hands on my hips guiding your cock deeper within me and then out in just enough time for another ass slap to drive me over the edge. Faster, faster – harder! Rub harder!   I’m almost there, my back against the wall, my head tilted to the left, my right hand moving so fast it’s almost shaking my clit free from my pussy. I had to make myself cum. As you piled into me again slamming the air from my body I came – hard,  just as I was imagining your hands keeping time with my hips thrusting your cock deep into my cunt.

There, in the luxury hotel bathroom stall the world paused for a moment to focus itself on me. Everything slowed … sound, sight all turned down one notch to the rhythm of my beating heart and throbbing womanhood.  I closed my eyes and licked my lips to savor one last second before I had to return to my obligation. When I opened the stall, I knew I would have to join the real world again and leave my Martin … my torturous, lovely, vigorous and sexy lover behind.

I thank you my love, for one of the best, sexually expressive and arousing experiences I could have.

I await your return from the caverns of whatever depths you must go to slay your dragon.

Come back to me …

xo PP

Mar 212011
 

by Lady Cheeky                                                                                                                                                                  June 26, 2010

Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft
.  My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls. 
I love how your cock tastes. 
I’m stroking your shaft and massaging your balls between my fingers 
every now and then I dip my head down to quickly lick up your pre-cum
 so as not to waste a drop of your divine elixir. 
My middle finger on my left hand grazes your anus, teasing it
 seeing your body flinch and twist with my touch excites me 
- I continue, as I stroke your glistening, hard dick faster.  
Intermittently, I add the extra compliment of my mouth – 
soft and warm on your crown, enveloping your manhood, 
accepting it, 
using my hand in motion to extend the pleasure of my mouth 
wet and smooth 
my tongue washes over your tip on it’s way down my throat. 
Your cock can feel every taste bud, every ripple on my tongue. 
My left hand, after first wetting my fingers with my own cum is on your taint – now 
and then working them in your ass, pressing against your prostate …
 writhing and jerking … you know it feels too good
, you can barely stand it
.  Moaning and moaning and moaning for me. 
I look up at you, now sucking on your cock. Harder … 
squeezing your shaft tighter
 to approximate the tightness of my pussy, 
I moan as I take you in my mouth, 
your pre-cum sliding out of your slit, 
my lips slurping it up, 
drinking it in as I thrust you in and out – 
teasing your cock with my tongue – 
sometimes running your tip across my smooth front teeth for a surprise of texture – 
wiggling my finger in your ass.  
You are moaning louder now. 
I am moaning loader now, 
because you fill me
 and it tastes so good
. You taste so good. 
I love your cock in my mouth more than anything.  
Your dick is stunning and I want to devour it.  
My actions speak for themselves, as I keep thrusting you deeply
 back into my throat, 
moving my head side to side so you get all the sensations my mouth can provide.  
Pursing my lips over my teeth, 
lapping at you as you enter
and sucking on you as you exit
.  Getting firmer with my tension when your cock exits my mouth
, so that your rim is “flicked” by my tight lips and then 
thrusting you quickly back in 
my mouth feels better than my tight pussy.  
This sensation is like no other, for it’s 
made better knowing that I’m thoroughly enjoying it.  
I’m sucking you off so feverishly, 
that you cannot believe this sensation possible.  
My left palm rubbing your balls.  
My left finger massaging and entering your anus.  
I can feel you want to cum.  
I can feel you about to explode
.  I want you to cum hard with me 
sucking on your cock – moving it in and out
 – side to side – 
hitting the inside of my cheeks.  
Moaning. 
Taking you all the way in my mouth
 until my lips touch the top of your balls
 and then shaking my head
, humming for you so you feel the vibration.  
I want you to cum for me.  
I want you to shoot your load in my mouth
 so I can feel it slide down my throat.  
Mmmm, and when you cum
 … shivering and shaking … 
I am drinking you.  
Slurping your product down my throat.  
Tasting your full masculine flavor.  
Proudly lapping up your seed.  Finally, moving to your thighs to 
kiss and lick away the remnants
 … so as not to waste.  
Mmmmmm
, was that a good orgasm, Babe?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mar 212011
 

BY Lady Cheeky                                                                                                                                                                  June 23, 2010

Last night after our encounter, I was aroused beyond a maiden’s patience. Anxiety begat a sexual wildness not known to me for a long time … to long. How do I satisfy this need before I go mad? I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom to try and see if what I was feeling was apparent. It didn’t seem to be, but something was different. Underneath my nightgown I could see my nipples poking out trying to escape the silk. My sopping nest, I was certain, would be visably throbbing from underneath that I was almost surprised to see it still.

I began to curiously touch my nipples to confirm that their excitement was real . As I ran my fingers and my hands over them with only the silk separating skin from skin … chills rolled up my body and I knew now that I must release myself before I could sleep. Slowly, deliberately I removed the thin straps from my shoulders and let the gown fall away, stopping only for a second as it passed by my pointed nipples.

Without the gown now I could take in my whole naked body. Tracing my breasts, my stomach, my nest with my eyes I began to move my right hand toward my clit. It was only then that I could feel how incredibly wet you had made me, that fact alone seems to draw more blood toward my clit … readying it for my fingers which would be directed by your description that night. I closed my eyes to imagine my fingers were your fingers stroking my clit, rubbing my wetness to allow my other hand to enter me with fingers I imagined is your cock. Thrusting as deeply as they can while the other hand takes over with almost a mind of its own as if possessed by your spirit. Circling and using my own bone structure as resistance between my fingers and my clit. Stimulating it to sensitivity. Circling more now, faster and faster, pressing harder as I removed my left hand from my entry and begin to tease my breasts … cupping and squeezing them gently, pinching the nipples – I could feel my excitement beginning to build. I arched my back, sweat dripping from my body, biting my bottom lip, nostrils flaring, thrusting my hips toward my wet hand as if to hurry my release along. Grabbing firmly at my breasts and nipples as I feel the wave of my orgasm begin.

My body stiffens with the promise of impending climax … bracing itself for the pounding wave of delight that finally comes as I shudder and contort and think of you … and only you … who has given me the gift of this long, powerful and intense orgasm.

My breathing then slowed with sweat and passion dripping from my body. I looked at myself again in the mirror and noticed a slight change in gait and presence. A taller and yet more relaxed Princess … with perhaps the hint of a smile left from your memory on my sated face.

Mar 212011
 

By Lady Cheeky                                                   June 23, 2010


After the latest short tease of time we had today on IM I was turned on beyond measure. Hot from the words, the feelings, the sexual tension and arousal. My pussy throbbed – whining to be pleased. I escaped into the bedroom and stripped naked, leaving my jeans and panties on the floor – sopping with my juices and a few shades darker for the wetness.

I had received my “bullet” today, the perfect toy to tease and taunt my clit in preparation for your mouth … your hands … your cock. I fell on the bed, legs hanging over the side. Before I began I explored my body … imagining it was you discovering me for the first time. Kissing and appreciating every curve, every lush square inch of my perfect skin … my body was an surreal frontier for your wandering hands and though they had been on many of these explorations, there had never been one quite like this. Even my imperfections were cared for and proclaimed perfect for they were a part of me and here you were communing with my very nature. Blending into me like oil on the skin.

My feet rose and rested on the wall next to the bed – spread wide so you could see your handiwork and my hand could mimic your own. I started the bullet and felt its powerful vibration through my fingers. Touching first my nipples with the humming point, they immediately arose to attention … aroused and sexy … licking my lips as they had become dry from heavy breathing.

I guided the bullet down my torso, past my stomach and let it hover delicately on my mons. I could feel the vibration almost as an insect flapping its wings and no more … but that was enough. My lips started to fill with blood, and I could feel my clit apart from all other parts of my pussy … making it known as the leader, the one who should be courted. My bullet grazed the sides of my lips making my body flinch with possibility. It then made itself known to the back of my slit where it would begin its slow and slick journey up toward the tip of my cunt where my pearl sat waiting. Incrementally almost in perceptively it made its way toward the front of my slit, searching the left side of my lips for solace and reprieve. There was none, but when it had almost reached its destination, the pearl of my pussy throbbed in expectation wanting, begging, needing to explode.

Down went the bullet mockingly. Back toward my backside and starting up the right side to continue this treatment again from another direction. Again my clit grew even more swollen and was sorely disappointed.

I continued this a couple of more times until it was clear that should I do it once again my clit would lose its patience and come without my consent … without my touch … without my Martin.

Tortured and frustrated and now in quite a bad mood I got up. Slipped on a summer dress sans panties and ran out to do errands. The cool fall air would feel good on my hot pussy.

My main errand was to go to the aptly named “HUSTLER” store which, as the name implies, is a sex shop. I had to get something different for Martin to explore me with … something even more enticing.

I decided to get the infamous “Rabbit” that I’d heard tell about. I had not believed it was everything my girlfriends said but I didn’t believe a lot of things a couple of weeks ago and had been proven wrong. All different shapes and sizes, bells and whistles, all adorned with rhinestones and glitter, awash in hot pink silicone and pearl gears. This must’ve been what the executives at the adult toy company must’ve imagined all woman would want their vibrators to look like. Not me. Too tacky. Where would I find a simple and classic “rabbit” to call my own. There I found it. Sans the trappings of flashy adverts and flashier housing. The simple … the original … THE ICONIC RABBIT

And so here I sit, staring at the new moon that you just sent over to keep me company… waiting to use it for the first time with my venerated lover … my swain – Martin Guerre.

 


 

Mar 212011
 

May 2010

Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft

My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls.

Mmmmm it tastes good Martin. I love how your cock tastes.

I’m stroking your shaft and massaging your balls between my fingers

every now and then I dip my head down to quickly lick up your pre cum

so as not to waste a drop of your divine elixir

my middle finger on my left hand grazes your anus, teasing it

seeing your body flinch and twist with my touch excites me

so I continue, as I stroke your glistening, hard dick faster

Intermittently, I add the extra compliment of my mouth

soft and warm on your crown, enveloping your manhood

accepting it

using my hand in motion to extend the pleasure of my mouth

wet and smooth

my tongue washes over your tip on it’s way down my throat

Your cock can feel every taste bud, every ripple on my tongue

my left hand, after first wetting my fingers with my own cum, is on your taint now

and then working them in your ass, pressing against your prostate…

writhing and jerking … you know it feels too good

you can barely stand it

Moaning and moaning and moaning for me

I look up at you, now sucking on your cock harder

squeezing your shaft tighter

to approximate the tightness of my pussy

I moan as I take you in my mouth

your precum sliding out of your slit

my lips slurping it up

drinking it in as I thrust you in and out

teasing your cock with my tongue

sometimes running your tip across my smooth front teeth for a surprise of texture

wiggling my finger in your ass

you are moaning louder now

I am moaning loader now

because you fill me

and it tastes so good

you taste so good

I love your cock in my mouth more than anything

your dick is stunning and I want to devour it

my actions speak for themselves as I keep thrusting you deeply

back into my throat

moving my head side to side so you get all the sensations my mouth can provide

pursing my lips over my teeth

lapping at you as you enter

and sucking on you as you exit

getting firmer with my tension when your cock exits my mouth

so that your rim is “flicked” by my tight lips and then

thrusting you quickly back in

my mouth feels better than my tight pussy

this sensation is like no other for you

made better knowing that I’m thoroughly enjoying it

I’m sucking you off so feverishly

that you cannot believe this sensation possible

my left palm rubbing your balls

my left finger massaging and entering your anus

I can feel you want to cum

I can feel you about to explode

I want you to have a full body orgasm baby

sucking on your cock moving it in and out

side to side

hitting the inside of my cheeks

taking you all the way in my mouth

until my lips touch the top of your balls

and then shaking my head

humming for you so you feel the vibration

I want you to cum for me Martin

I want you to shoot your load in my mouth

so I can feel it slide down my throat

Mmmm and when you cum

Shivering and shaking

I am drinking you

slurping your product down my throat

Tasting your full masculine flavor

Proudly lapping up your seed

now moving to your thighs to

kiss away the remnants

not to waste

Mmmmmm

Fuck

Martin

I LOVE YOUR COCK

You dick is the stuff of dreams

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