That Ass


“Fuck.” Every inch of her is delightful.  

My fingers cramped as I tried to submit my entire hand. She was growing impatient and pushed her ass against me, lifting her hips so her pussy was staring me dead in the face. My left hand, fingers spread steadied her meanwhile my thumb hooked giving full access to both holes. She looked forward into the lengthwise mirror studying my face.  
“Fuck my cunt” she ordered, her words focused and precise.  
I finger- fucked her cunt in and out, up and down, side to side until it was was echoing slushy sounds. Her ass bobbled and puckered. I inserted my thumb, breaking the seal, and like leftover fine wine, her asshole was corked.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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