Alice Blackwell

Don’t Stop Until You’re Proud

Think of me in your masturbatory fantasies.
I’m your manic, pixie dream girl
Who sucks your cock like a porn star.

I deep throat your package until I struggle for breath, however, I ensure my saliva properly coats your cock.

I’m generous enough to cradle your balls in my cheeks and feel them swell with the best prize 
I suck and fondle until you breathlessly beg me to sit on your erect throne.

I sit on my throne adorned in submission and jewels from you. You gaze up and I, I, I rock my hips and fuck, we’re more synchronized than Olympic swimmers.

With your hard cock inside of me, I bend backwards, careful not to release you from my vice, and allow your greedy fingers to stimulate my clit. I moan in delight. 

You’re becoming easier to ride. 

You push me off – eagerly wanting to experience me from a different perspective – and I happily oblige. 

Put my legs on your strong shoulders as your broad cock splits me open. I’m gushing like the Niagara Falls. Can you feel how wet I am? Grab my ankles – your hands are the best chains – throw away the lock and key – I’m all yours, no takebacks, my dear! 

Oh! 
God! 
Yes! 
Please don’t stop! 
I can feel your orgasm building and I’m chasing the high. I’m moaning in pleasure and begging to be used. We’re close to being one. You’re so close I can feel- 

Post sex orgasms ripple throughout our intertwined bodies.