He was my Master, I was his cum bucket. Blowjob porn But once the bedroom door closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton cock slut emerged. “Who needs Jemma,” he groaned, after a couple of minutes. “Yes,” I nodded, standing up. “Yes, I may not be getting any, but at least I can live vicariously through your ass slut girlfriend,” I added. I wanted to slowly plant the seed that his mother would make a great ‘cum bucket’. I didn’t plan to let him know this yet, but I figured what the heck. “I imagine you plan to change that soon,” the mother said. I moaned. something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved… “But in public, many thought he was whipped.”
“I did,” he laughed. And although I knew these were just fantasies and likely mostly written by men, some were written by females, some read by females and thus I wasn’t the only one.
