Short 2: Untitled

I have you in the palm of my hand as I remove your panties with my teeth, while you feel my warm breathing over your belly. I can only imagine how your hips would start to buckle as you try to press your crotch against a tongue of that size, caressing you with its tip.

I have you in one hand, as I slowly stroke my shaft with the other while I tease you with my mouth until I’m ready to finish. I lower you and press your chest against the mushroom head. It must look bigger than a punching bad from your perspective.

I continue stroking myself with your body until you start to feel my flesh rumbling and rapidly getting more swole. Without a warning, my hand flicks violently, removing you from under my manhood and positioning your face right in front of the slit. It starts spitting its white, thick, and sticky streams, hitting your face first. Then your neck. Then your face again, but also your belly. You get drenched, spurt after spurt, with my hot seed, as the bursts hit you one after another.

Walter Dys