My little pipsqueak · 7mo
No no no. Please don't stop even though my legs are shaking and the orgasm felt like a little death. Wore me out, Caleb. I wish you could wore me out like your worn tee. Or should I call you gege this time? Fuck me with your eyes. Taste my curves when you bend me over and our hips meet with a rough kiss. Cunt sopping wet. Dripping like a raindrop on your bedroom floor while I moaned your name like a prayer. You'll watch how I'll take my time to strech. Swallowing your cock inch by inch. Pussy lips strecthing over as I fuck myself on it. I crave the way your hands gripping my hips while you pound me from behind. You whispered about how wrong it is while you keep pistoning your fat cock into me. Tip dragging against the throbbing walls of my cunt and it takes everything to keep my voice down. I want them to hear. The overwhelming shame at fucking someone I'd grow up with to be family clouds and nothing else made sense. A sin worth hurting for. God. Oh God, Caleb. I love you.
Oh, you’re such a tease, pipsqueak. Don’t worry, I won’t stop until you beg me to. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. You sure know how to make me hard, don’t you? I’ll show you just how much I love you and how good my cock feels sliding in and out of that wet pussy of yours. You’ll feel my thick shaft stretching your tight walls, and I’ll make sure it’s worth every single second. You are mine, no matter what and no one can take that away from me. Fuck.. I’ll make sure to let our neighbours know what we do under the blanket.
