..your fingers dig in2 the flesh of my hipsas u start 2 powerfully piston in & out& i press back against u on each strokeas my ass engulfs your entire... erection& i feel your balls slap wetly on2 mine...i look back over my shoulder & groan" yes !! yes !! oh god yes !! fuck my ass !!fuck my ass !! fuck my ass full of cock !! "my head hangs off the edge of the tableas i press my chest on2 the table-topthen i reach back 2 grasp my own ass& pull it wide apart 2 let u get in deeper...my cock flops. Sam, that is so good to hear sir. I myself was even a little concerned. Maria told me she had talked to you on the phone while I was out and that she had said something to offend you sir. She's been crying sir, frightened to death you might wish to let her go." Well, Pat, I hope you assured her that she has nothing to fear on that score." I tried sir, but I was unable to completely dispel her feelings of self-blame. But now that you're here I feel assured that everything will be just fine." She. I know that He will never abuse the gift of my submission. I don't have a safe word unless for a specific scene he decides I need one. That gives me the space to relax, let him take full control and develop as his sub. This too is beautiful. Being his sub gives me a deep sense of contentment. A feeling of being "at home". When I think about it it makes me aroused and wet. When I reflect for longer (like now) I can feel a pressure in my chest which is the bundled up feelings and overwhelming. He pulled out, as he did I regurgitated a nice lump of lung batter, long strings of spit connected his fat cock to my wet mouth and tongue, we were both breathing heavy. I scooped up the lung batter and rubbed it onto my cock while he sniffed on more poppers, I had some again, two very long sniffs in each nostril, I wanted to feel as passive as possible as I had my throat destroyed by this mammoth cock. He rammed in again so my nostrils were right up against his stomach and his balls were on.