marriedjock8: I fuckin hate it when he calls it a pussy. I mean, I’m not a chick, you know? I’m just
marriedjock8: I fuckin hate it when he calls it a pussy. I mean, I’m not a chick, you know? I’m just a guy who happens to like his hole touched. And fingered. And licked. And, yeah, ok, fuckin pounded with a fat cock. But I’m still a guy right? Sure, I’m laying here with legs pulled back as far as I can, exposing as much of my hole as I can so he can get his tongue in there. Sure, my little dick is rock hard but completely ignored by both of us. Doesn’t mean I’m less of a man right? I hate it even more when he suddenly stops the amazing rimjob, and I have to ask him to please keep going, to please fuck me. And he asks with a wicked grin, “where do you want me to fuck you baby?” Come on man don’t make me say it. “My hole,” I whimper, “please fuck my hole.” He shakes his head. “Name it baby. Where do cocks go?” Ugh, please don’t make me say it. But my hole is screaming in my brain to get filled. I whisper, “my… pussy.” “What’s that baby girl? I couldn’t hear you, what do you want me to do with my cock?” My aching hungry gash speaks for me now, “My pussy! Please fuck my pussy.” I hate it, but goddamn if my pussy doesn’t sing with relief when he slides that magnificent cock inside me. -- source link