Survival

taboo phone sex I lay out everything we need on the coffee table, making sure there will be no delay when he arrives. I followed every instruction The note I was left said to. I get naked, and kneel, naked, on the floor between one end of the coffee table and the couch, and I wait. He’s coming up the hallway, I can hear him. The door opens. He’s tall, and his eyes aren’t just colored dark, but look dark. As ordered, I don’t speak. He locks the door behind him. He looks me over, feels the weight of each of my tits, opens my mouth, and sits down. Whipping his cock out, he orders me to move between his knees. He gets what he needs together from the table. “start sucking my junk, whore, I want to be in your throat when this hits.” I do exactly as I’m told. His cock is so dirty, and sweaty. Just how I like them. So I start going to town, cleaning every inch, and sucking him in deep when his meat springs to life. If I’m a good girl, maybe he’ll let me live when he’s done with me.

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