thefilthfactory: “You don’t get to cum,” you smiled coquettishly, “You
thefilthfactory: “You don’t get to cum,” you smiled coquettishly, “You haven’t earned it yet.”Your man was desperate, almost pleading with his eyes. You had woken him with your lips and slowly brought him to an exasperating edge.“We have to go,” you grinned, letting go of his swollen meat, “Your family is expecting us for dinner.”“Please baby,” he reached out and grabbed at your waist, “Lemme stick it in. I’ll be quick.”Full of sadistic cheer, you batted his hand away. “You can cum tonight… but only if you’re good.”He pouted, just a powerless, cum-swollen top desperate for his nut. His balls would be swollen all day and, even during Thanksgiving dinner, he would be dreaming about stuffing you instead. It was perfect. “Now,” you fixed your hair in the bathroom mirror, “Let’s go visit your parents.”FOLLOW THE FILTH FACTORY - MAY THE SMUT BE WITH YOUORIGIN STORY / ABOUT ME / STORIES / TAG CLOUD / THANK YOU -- source link