Anthony’s Aquatic Adventure

Dirty phone talk

 

Anthony had this thing for kink, and I was game for anything. He started off dirty, calling me his “little slut,” which got my juices flowing.

He manhandled me, pushing me onto the bed. My hands grasped the sheets as he thrust his thick cock into my soaking cunt. With each stroke, he brought me closer to the edge, and my body quaked with pleasure.

But Anthony had plans to make me his willing slave for the night. He pulled out a blindfold, gag, and some toys, and my excitement reached new heights.

The blindfold cut off my sight, heightening my other senses. I felt his breath on my neck, his rough hands exploring my body. He whispered dirty nothings into my ear, calling me a “filthy whore” who needed to be punished.The toy went straight into my dripping pussy, and Anthony’s cock followed. He pounded me relentlessly, and the bed creaked in time with our passion.

I squirmed and moaned, the pleasure too much to bear. My body trembled as wave after wave of orgasmic delight consumed me. I came like a fountain, my juices soaking the bed.

Anthony’s growls synchronised with my moans. He freshest my pussy until I begged him to stop. But he didn’t give in that easy—he wanted to make sure I was well and truly his.

And damn, did I feel owned!

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