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 leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A. My innocent juices covered the tip as he rubbed from my clit to my ass hole. Once the tip was nice and wet he began to push his huge cock into my tiny hole. I started to scream from the pain of his stretching my pussy. He covered my mouth and told me to be quiet. I closed my eyes and clinched my fist to keep from screaming as he pushed farther in. I felt like I was being torn open. It hurt so bad and tears started to stream from my tightly closed eyes. After what felt like forever he had a. I never thought I would feel okay shirtless, much less that I could show my chest to others. I never thought I, too, would have the clouds upon my chest. It always confused me when other women saw breasts as shackles. For me, they feel like wings.You tease me again, leaning in as if to give me a kiss, but this time I can’t stop myself. I pull my hands down and bury them in your hair, I-“Hey! I haven’t said you could let go y-”Your weak attempt to hold back, to maintain the fantasy, falls flat. She twitched and began to shift her position. When settled, her legs were further apart, offering her sex to him. His oily hands caressed her cunt. It was engorged. She tipped her glowing bottom to give him full access to her sex. Delighted, he poured more oil onto his hands and began to work it into the slit. She purred and wriggled. He stroked with a feather-light touch and began to feel a bump growing on the far side of her love hole. It was her precious jewel. As his finger circled again,.Read More
