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| Early on he began telling her what a whore she was, and that he was going to let other big-cocked men come gays man in thong and fuck every opening at the same time, stretching out her little pussy and tight , creamy, pink asshole. He would say these things as he sucked her small, swelling labia into his mouth, or while he flexed his enormous cock in her tight pussy, teasing her orgasms to the surface, and she loved the talk. Once, while Bob was resting his swollen cock inside of her as she lay on her stomach, she breathed, “I wish I had a big cock to suck on.” Bob would never be able to get the words from his mind, nor the image. He immediately groaned his approval. Ever since then she tested the limits of their fantasies, telling him she wanted to be used by a room of big-dicked stallions. “I want them to turn my little pussy inside out, to give me a big, stretched-out whore’s pussy. I want cum to ooze out of every hole, I want it splashed in my hair, all over my face while you sit there and watch, jacking your big dick off.” She loved voicing her filthy thoughts and the images they provoked. | ||
| One of Bob’s favorite things was to gently hold Lisa’s legs open, squat down and sink his fat cock head into her helpless slit, then withdraw it slowly, observing with lustful amazement how his pulsing member would pull her lips inside out as they gripped the fat intruder. Then he would step up and squat the juicy, flexing penis to her hungry, grinning mouth and darting tongue, which would suck off her own juices. She would filthily smear the dripping column of meat slowly and whorishly all over her face. Lisa loved being a slut, and would become more of one, much to Bob’s incredulous, heart-wrenching arousal, when she later became involved with a gays man in thong from Boston, and admitted her deeds to Bob long distance on the phone. After a painful breakup and many emails sorting out their various emotional stages, they had begun to confide in one another as friends again, and spoke to one another on the phone semi-regularly. It had been a crushing blow to learn that Lisa’s libido continued to bloom after their relationship had ended, but Bob was too addicted to the memories of sex with her to flex his dignity beyond severing her from his life. If all he could get from her were sexual phone conversations, then so be it. | ||
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