Monday, December 14, 2015

Used Slave

Sometimes it is all about being used.  Being an object for his pleasure.  He uses my mouth, perhaps my cunt as well, but just long enough for him to get off.  He is satisfied, and I love pleasing him; I love seeing his contented smile afterward.  I'm just his holes, used holes.  I would like more, of everything, but it's not about me, is it?  Not this time.

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