It's not the 26th if I haven't gone to bed yet lol

 

Up late...A few glasses of wine...and some 420 ;)

 

My demented thoughts lol might have happened might not have, I might have copied it, I might have wrote it lol.......You'll never know :D

 

As I am walking out of my room he catches m coming in...He presses me up against the wall with is hand on my neck.  He would never hurt be, I know this!!! But the intense look in his eyes makes and the pressure of his hand me wonder.

 

He kisses me like I have never been kissed before and his other hand fondles my body.  I fell powerless and quiver from every touch.  I beg for him to stop.  His sarcastic smirks and knowing I am under his control intensify the mood.  He tells me I better not move or else and I make sure not to move an inch,  He  lays me down on the bed, spreads my legs open and starts to lick my throbbing wet pussy .  He looks up and tells me I am a good girl.  His words are so comforting and intoxicating.  He teases me and brings me to the point of orgasm and then stops.  Slides his hand up my body all the way to my neck and securely places his hand where I know not to move.  I can feel his strong fingers wrapped around me and his wrist puts pressure on my chest bone letting me know my place.  He roughly puts his hard cock in my pussy and never lets go of his grip for one moment.  The whole time he is pounding inside of me he talks dirty and drives my mind into places it cannot usually reach.. 

 

Before coming he pulls out and forcefully puts his fingers inside me.  I can feel them touching my insides, making me wet.  He talks dirty to me the whole time and I cannot help but ask to feel him, inside me again.  I beg to feel his hard throbbing cock inside my tight wet pussy.  But it is not about me!!!  He his fingers bring me to orgasm as I beg... He tells me to be quiet and forces his cock back inside me.  I feel every inch pounding deep inside.  As he looks into my eyes like a mischievous boy  I can't help but enjoy every moment of feeling him explode inside of me.  The time we spent building it up made it a million times more intense, we can't help but both fall beside each other in total exhaustion.

 

The feeling that his arm left from resting on my chest lasted for about a week.  Everytime my shirt brushes up agianst it or my necklace touches it I felt it all the way down.  Sometimes I gently slide my hand over it so I can feel it.  The content feeling lasted so much that I never touched my pussy until I saw him again.

 

True or Fake ????  You guess ;)

 

Night Night Babes!!!

 

xoxo

 

Des