Uh! Stian Elberd is going to fuck me in my anus today. As I bang and thump shut the door to our secretive for not-more-than-two exclusively bedroom, I turn and whirl around to see him completely and fully nude and uncovered and undressed. He is dressed in nothing but in his most sexy and seductive and alluring underwear. I love it! And I find it irresistible so, so, so very much. The way and manner that his thighs are exhibited and flashed about and vaunted and made a great show off of, it all mesmerizes and hypnotizes me. My goodness! Is that his giant and bulky and fuck-off like hard-on penis I am seeing swelling out and puffing out with my own two eyes-like I am supposed and even ought to lick and lap and taste and brush it about with my ecstatic, jolly, rapt and blithe-filled tongue. Is that it? Yeah. I am going to enjoy and revel in doing this so very much. Yeah, certainly.
To be straight with you, this is what Stian Elbert has me do. He has me get down on my knees and bow before him perfectly well and nice so as to stroke and caress and knead his brilliant, massive erection itself. Oh my go-o-sh! It feels all so pleasant and enjoyable and pleasurable indeed. Yes. I am enjoying and loving and reveling in this so very much. It is all pretty darn wonderful and ace at the same time and so out of this world indeed. Before I go on to lick and take a taste of the super jim-dandy, awesome dick itself, I proceed to grab a razor blade that is lodged and laid on a puny-sized, polished and flawlessly glassy suave table not any farther from where we both are, gazing and gawping at each other powerlessly and vulnerably. Yeah. Tonight is going to be a very good and delectable night indeed. That, I can assure and warrant you.
As I slit and nick and slash the cloth and fabric of his underwear with my knife-edged-like razor blade, he murmurs and mumbles to me in such a smooth and silky and velvety like voice-which weirdly and eccentrically-makes my veiled vulva and hermetic pussy shiver and quiver and quake from a certain kind of happiness and delectation that I cannot clearly make clear or plain. "Yeah, baby," he mumbles sweetly and wholly icky and treackly to me, "Go on with it…Yeah…You are on the right track indeed." Why is it like that? Stian's voice is so enticing and irresistible that even if he tells me to make love to him right this moment while I lie down on pellets and spherules of beady, intensely glinting-like glasses and specs, I would not disagree and take aboard onto any sort of disavowal with him. I would with pleasure and enthusiastically do it, even if it is worth the price and rate of my very own life and wellbeing and soundness-all in all.
Once I am done and through with the notching and slicing, I grip and seize his full-size erection in my hands and begin petting and caressing it with my innocent tongue and lingo. Yeah. It is all such a blissful and enjoyable experience indeed. It is the perfect and suitable thing to do. Or are you not in agreement and conformity with me? Are you not truly?
In no time, he sets free and undoes out fills and crams and lades of semen into my mouth and my face as well. As he hurls and projects out more human seed and jissom at me, I lick and lap and brush wildly his giant dick all the more harder and faster, gripping and clinging on to his bottom and perfect ass behind that is clothed and rigged and arrayed well and nicely appealing and come-hither with his flirtatious, alluring make of underwear. It is labeled 'San Gogol' and I love and adore that brand well and nicely. Don't you? Oops. It must be an odd and peculiarly out-of-the-way trademark and logo brand name to you, or is it not?
Once I am through with licking and brushing about his dick, having cum and jissom all about my face and mouth-uh, it is so sweet and syrupy and honeyed-like in case you didn't know-he has me bow and kneel over our bed so that my buttocks and bums behind are in his grip and catch. And with that having taken place, he slaps and boxes and spanks them with his very own hands. My goodness! The feeling is topping definitely and so out-of-this-world. Bodacious even. And I love all things bodacious and boffo-most.
Ah. I am all set and ready to have his phallus and big wang romping and gamboling and sporting about and nicely in my backwards and rearwards. What other better proposal or suggestion than this? There is no other-or is it not so? I do suppose so myself. I am not sure and certain about you. No, I am not. Indubitably.
As Stian places and sets his huge and immense thing into my arse, I feel a particular guff and slight and poppycock sort of pain and ache afflict and rack me. For a while; I am all weepy and howling and sobbing low-pitched and inaudibly. Then following that, as Stian gently and carefully shifts slightly but glowingly about, making a move like he is about to switch his dick out of me and return it quickly again, I shut my eyes, hovering and eating up the delight and delectation and satisfaction that he gives me. Yeah. This is it…this is it for sure.
"Stian," I wail and mewl out his name, mislaid and disappeared in happy and lascivious randy thoughts of my own. Yeah. I don't want to come or revert back into reality again. This is a fairy tale come true indisputably; slightly painful but really and incredibly satisfying and pleasurable indeed. I love it so very much. I surely and definitely do. Don't you?
Whenever Stian smacks and hits a butt of mine while having fun and frolicking about with my behind-entertaining and amusing himself about with my flesh-and-bones to be precise, or even when he just caresses and cuddles and strokes a boob or titty or breast of mine, pinching and squeezing my mammary glands and nipples themselves occasionally and now and then-I can't help it but go into an inexhaustible, undying phase and state of sweet-most, sugary-like orgasm.
To be straight with you, this is what Stian Elbert has me do. He has me get down on my knees and bow before him perfectly well and nice so as to stroke and caress and knead his brilliant, massive erection itself. Oh my go-o-sh! It feels all so pleasant and enjoyable and pleasurable indeed. Yes. I am enjoying and loving and reveling in this so very much. It is all pretty darn wonderful and ace at the same time and so out of this world indeed. Before I go on to lick and take a taste of the super jim-dandy, awesome dick itself, I proceed to grab a razor blade that is lodged and laid on a puny-sized, polished and flawlessly glassy suave table not any farther from where we both are, gazing and gawping at each other powerlessly and vulnerably. Yeah. Tonight is going to be a very good and delectable night indeed. That, I can assure and warrant you.
As I slit and nick and slash the cloth and fabric of his underwear with my knife-edged-like razor blade, he murmurs and mumbles to me in such a smooth and silky and velvety like voice-which weirdly and eccentrically-makes my veiled vulva and hermetic pussy shiver and quiver and quake from a certain kind of happiness and delectation that I cannot clearly make clear or plain. "Yeah, baby," he mumbles sweetly and wholly icky and treackly to me, "Go on with it…Yeah…You are on the right track indeed." Why is it like that? Stian's voice is so enticing and irresistible that even if he tells me to make love to him right this moment while I lie down on pellets and spherules of beady, intensely glinting-like glasses and specs, I would not disagree and take aboard onto any sort of disavowal with him. I would with pleasure and enthusiastically do it, even if it is worth the price and rate of my very own life and wellbeing and soundness-all in all.
Once I am done and through with the notching and slicing, I grip and seize his full-size erection in my hands and begin petting and caressing it with my innocent tongue and lingo. Yeah. It is all such a blissful and enjoyable experience indeed. It is the perfect and suitable thing to do. Or are you not in agreement and conformity with me? Are you not truly?
In no time, he sets free and undoes out fills and crams and lades of semen into my mouth and my face as well. As he hurls and projects out more human seed and jissom at me, I lick and lap and brush wildly his giant dick all the more harder and faster, gripping and clinging on to his bottom and perfect ass behind that is clothed and rigged and arrayed well and nicely appealing and come-hither with his flirtatious, alluring make of underwear. It is labeled 'San Gogol' and I love and adore that brand well and nicely. Don't you? Oops. It must be an odd and peculiarly out-of-the-way trademark and logo brand name to you, or is it not?
Once I am through with licking and brushing about his dick, having cum and jissom all about my face and mouth-uh, it is so sweet and syrupy and honeyed-like in case you didn't know-he has me bow and kneel over our bed so that my buttocks and bums behind are in his grip and catch. And with that having taken place, he slaps and boxes and spanks them with his very own hands. My goodness! The feeling is topping definitely and so out-of-this-world. Bodacious even. And I love all things bodacious and boffo-most.
Ah. I am all set and ready to have his phallus and big wang romping and gamboling and sporting about and nicely in my backwards and rearwards. What other better proposal or suggestion than this? There is no other-or is it not so? I do suppose so myself. I am not sure and certain about you. No, I am not. Indubitably.
As Stian places and sets his huge and immense thing into my arse, I feel a particular guff and slight and poppycock sort of pain and ache afflict and rack me. For a while; I am all weepy and howling and sobbing low-pitched and inaudibly. Then following that, as Stian gently and carefully shifts slightly but glowingly about, making a move like he is about to switch his dick out of me and return it quickly again, I shut my eyes, hovering and eating up the delight and delectation and satisfaction that he gives me. Yeah. This is it…this is it for sure.
"Stian," I wail and mewl out his name, mislaid and disappeared in happy and lascivious randy thoughts of my own. Yeah. I don't want to come or revert back into reality again. This is a fairy tale come true indisputably; slightly painful but really and incredibly satisfying and pleasurable indeed. I love it so very much. I surely and definitely do. Don't you?
Whenever Stian smacks and hits a butt of mine while having fun and frolicking about with my behind-entertaining and amusing himself about with my flesh-and-bones to be precise, or even when he just caresses and cuddles and strokes a boob or titty or breast of mine, pinching and squeezing my mammary glands and nipples themselves occasionally and now and then-I can't help it but go into an inexhaustible, undying phase and state of sweet-most, sugary-like orgasm.