I didn't want to see her face. I covered it with her legs up. The way she begs for a senseless drilling is so cringe. She doesn't care what I think, she pleads and irritates me to dump it in. I find that really disgusting but hot. I don't care eitherway.
You surely knew what i like and you found new ways to arouse me. Your body ripe with readiness to flood in my hands. Malleable beneath my praise and touch. Your wanted to tingle my senses and set my appetite on fire as our desires incubate and busrt into a wild passionate love.
My need to breed you takes over all the time little miss. Spreading your legs so I can push my older cock as deep as it goes to make sure you get every fucking drop you earned https://t.co/SDrBOH6wCZ
I have been asked many times before why I refer to women as objects.
It could be a simple as “well they are being objectified, therefore they are objects”.
But I think a bit deeper than that.
I don’t care about your loss of dignity or how dumb you look soaked in drool, that is merely a means to an end of achieving my satisfaction.
I call them objects because I care as much about them as I do any other object in my possession.
My fleshlight doesn’t get any additional thought after I am done pumping my load through it, so why should a woman be any different?