" Ngghh . . . Yes honey. . . "
He says, his hole puckering with exposure. He was sweaty, and his musk was something like lavender.
" please, honey. . . Please me . . . Give me a purpose . . . ~ "
"Ah...don't call me mistress...call me honey~"
She says before spreading his asscheeks to kiss his pucker hole just a few times before actually starting to tease his entrance with the tip or her cock.
He pulls his tongue out, whimpering as he pulls her off mid grind. He soon plants himself down, laying flat on the ground. He's big enough to where his ass reaches her shaft perfectly in this position.
" Then please me, mistress. . . "
He sounded as if her was begging . . .
Mudcy stops for s brief seconds and pants heavily...
God it feels good....
"Then...bend over...you gave me pleasure...I'll make sure you get your part too...~"
She says she grinds just for s bit more onto his tongue.
His voice gently rings out into her ears, like a higher power giving her a message from the heavens.
" Tell me what you want, mistress. I will obey, as your guidance is the force behind my brush, and you my canvas. "
He slows his pressing down, keeping his jerking at the tip.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck fuck fuck....if you keep it up I'm going to cum~!"
She says as she keeps on bouncing, she wants to Just nut in his mouth or ass...but he's working her non stop and she can't stop!
She's getting rather addicted-
He whimpers as she praises him more and more. He soon uncrosses his legs, showing off his fully erect 7 inches. Proportional to his entire body, its rather small.
To normal-sized people? Pretty impressive.
He keeps pressing her pleasure button over and over. Seems he found it.
She just keeps on riding riding his tongue, she wants and groans as she plays with her own breast with each jump!
"God...fucking dammit...right there...such a good boy~!"
Don't mine the occasional spasm of pleasure, he's destroying her prostate with that. tongue.
He's more than capable enough to take the entire thing. He moans as her taste floods his mouth and she plaps on his face.
His hand slithers up her hips and towards her shaft. He feels around for it, finally finding it and gently jerking her off.
More so in a praising way.
Muscy eyes widen...his tongue is just as big as a cock!
...
Plap...plap....plap....plap plap plap plap plap plap plap PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
She's enjoying it a bit too much-
He doesn't mind a single bit about the leakage. He whimpers as he keeps obeying her words. His tongue slithers into her ass, coiling around inside her.
"Mnghhh . . . Mmmppjhj~ "
"Oh...ohh!"
She says surprised, she raises her as up after those licks of him.
And god they are good!
"Mh...yeah..."
T w I t ch .
He doesn't mind the leakage on his chest right?
"Keep going...."
He crosses his legs as she labels him. He really likes being called a good boy.
He starts lapping at her holes, sniffing her scent up.
"Mnghhh . . . ~ "
Its enough to cover his face. He moans from the weight on him.
He gently puts his hands on her thighs, chest rising and falling slowly. He's enjoying it.
— of guilt. A shell of a monster.
A different person.
Yet he refuses to believe it's all gone. He refuses to believe the evil within someone can just magically vanish. It comes from somewhere in the core of your soul, he believes.
He's scared that he'll be who he was before.
He hesitates to let her continue. Anyone getting too close could get them hurt. . . He can't take any more from the universe.
He's not the person he was before. His memories were ripped from his very body, leaving him with the memory of what he did and the tidal wave —
Himself.
That's who can avoid story repeating itself.
Him and only him, if he wants it then he can do it.
And apparently...he doesn't mind having someone around for help.
Muscy surely doesn't have eternity but she'll make sure to use her years to help him out.
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— truly atone.
He feels her hand on his. His are much bigger than hers, yet he still flinches. He's really a soft and gentle giant, but it's only because he's scared he'll break anything.
" I . . . Am sorry. "
The past makes the mold for the future. If history really repeats itself, what's stopping it from happening again?
He can't atone if he's part of the waking world. Her crimes can be forgiven, but not his. He's taken too much from the world, that even in death, he can never —
And yet he's alive.
Whatever happened it's in the past.
Muscy committed terrible things too, surely nothing of his level.
But it's in the past and they can only look at fhe future ahead.
Both of them.
Cue gentle hand holding-