swedishcervixpoker: You’re not particularly adept at dealing with the challenges of adult life. But

swedishcervixpoker: You’re not particularly adept at dealing with the challenges of adult life. But you don’t have to be, because I take care of you. You get an allowance, a roof over your head, clothes that I choose for you, all the difficult stuff dealt with for you. Your only concern is pleasing me, which makes you happy. Nothing pleases me more than coming home after a hard day and having you greet me with a cocktail in the outfit I chose for you that day. Today it was a tiny micro skirt, a tinier thong, slutty strappy shoes and nothing else. You wore it even as I was at work, texting me pictures from time to time. By the time I got home you were dripping wet, but of course forbidden to touch yourself. After I relaxed a bit, finished my drink and wound down after my hard day of adulting, I undressed and called you over to me. A wave of a finger and you knew to drop your soaking wet thong. Another motion and you kneeled in front of me, taking my already swelling cock between your lips. Just as I like, you took my cock deep down your throat while caressing my cum-laden balls with one hand, the other running up and down my body. My cock swelled in your mouth until it could barely fit. Caressing your bobbing head, I whispered “good girl,” words you’ve waited all day to hear. I then put my fingers under your chin, motioning for you to stand. I beckoned you closer, and you straddled me, your pussy literally dripping onto me. I lowered you onto my cock, impaling you. Normally there would be no way you could take my whole cock right away. But your only thought all day was this moment, and your pussy was aching and ready. Further and further you lowered onto my cock until it seemed it would displace your lungs. It was still a tight fit, and even though it hurt, you took it gratefully. You were so tight I had to just hold you there in my arms for a while lest I explode inside you. Then, slowly, I started bouncing you up and down on my cock. My eyes rolled back with pleasure as my cock impaled your cervix. Your tight pussy took the abuse of a hard day at the office as I pounded into you harder and harder. Standing up, holding you by your hips, I pound into even harder as you hold on to me. My balls slap your ass, my fingers dig into your thighs, your hands grip my neck, your cervix is being assaulted, but none of that matters. All that matters is the freight train of our orgasms as they build. My cock swells, your cervix dilates, my balls tighten and your pussy slickens. I hold you tightly, painfully, as I force my cock deep inside you and pump your battered womb full of thick, potent cum. Pulse after pulse of hot cum floods your insides and overflows as your own orgasm ripples through you. Eventually I’ve emptied the stress of my day into you; my knees go weak and I drop down, collapsing on top of you. You can barely breathe, but you don’t care. Battered and abused, you are happy to be a literal receptacle for my daily frustrations. “That’s my good girl,” I whisper into your ear. I pull out, and more cum gushes out of your overflowing pussy as I hold you tightly, catching my breath. After a while my work phone rings, and I reluctantly get up to answer it, leaving you there cum-drunk. You happily lick my cum from your fingers as you plot how to drain my balls again that night. -- source link

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