Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. " "Lie down again!" he asked. When she complied, he dropped the phone, went to bed and placed the bag next to her feet. Then he removed the robe she was wearing and carefully examined the welts that still marked her skin. He paid special attention to her nipples, caressing them and pinching them gently. Apparently happy about her general condition, he let her go and went to withdraw something of the bag. It was another anal dildo, like the one from the night before, but slightly larger. He. Her hand reached for me and guided my hard thing into a swamp of hot juices. No telling how many dumps had already been made there. I didn’t last long but gave her a kiss and asked her name. “Just call me Slut and come back for more.”I mulled on that for a while and kept drinking. Finally I decided to go back upstairs and got here as this rather frazzled-looking blond was coming out, arranging her clothes. I said, Hi, Slut!”She glanced at me as she buttoned up her jeans, “Oh, it’s you. You’re. She looked down and nodded. I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up. "You don't nod. You answer me when I ask you a question. Did you let someone else fuck MY pussy?" "Yes," she said. "And did you ask permission first?" "No." "Why not? Is it because you're such a slut that you needed to get fucked so bad? And you were afraid I'd say no." "Yes," she mumbled. "You know that was wrong, don't you? I demanded. "You're my slut. And that's my pussy. I say when it gets fucked and I say.Read More
