Shivani Fucked In Front Of Her Husband Uday
- 2 years ago
- 54
- 0
After A Long Day... free porn video
There’s nothing better after a long day at work than coming home and slipping into a nice tight pair of panties and skimpy little dress. I prance around enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric pulled up tight between my ass cheeks and flowing over the rest of my body. My little sissy clit is firmly tucked in and I rub the smooth patch periodically, reminding myself that at times like these all I want is a dominant man to well, dominate me. I am praying for the days to come soon where I have a hunky hard bodied man to impress with my femininity. I need a large pair of hands to grip me and treat me like the woman that I should have been though being his prissy sissy will be good enough.
So I unwind by imagining this mystery man while I’m dressed up in a way that feels more and more normal as the years hammer on. I’m sure he will have a strong name, strong jaw line and strong thrust when he fucks. He will be a kind person though and that’s why I’ll fall in love with him so quickly and be happy to fill his every sexual need. Physically when I imagine him he has dark skin of course as I think everyone can agree that black men are the most attractive. His body is covered in large muscles including a very large one between his legs. It gets harder than a rock, veins covering its length with pubes on top and two perfect hanging boulders below. Those two heavy balls you just know will produce a thick sticky wad like someone squeezing out an entire tube of toothpaste. Imagining catching all of that white delight on my face my hands start to rub my body as I am imagine him over me. Rubbing, caressing, pulling and squeezing I can feel him as much as I can see him.
I feel tightness in my sissy clit area. I can feel my sissy pussy puckering and quivering. Nowadays when I masturbate it’s quite different than to when I considered myself some sort of a man. No longer do synonyms like jerk or toss apply to what I do. Normally now I lay down on my side and with both hands rub my hole and clit with either hand. Sometimes I kneel, face down ass up or in ‘the position’ as I like to call it. Whichever way I lay the routine is the same, my clit gets swollen without becoming erect. This in turn turns me on and I play with my hole more, I get mega horny and rub my clit harder feeling the orgasm building. This goes on while I whimper and moan and pretty soon I climax, leaking from my clit into my tight panties. It is rare for me to ever climax without at least a couple of fingers stuffed into my pussy either pushing my panties to the side or slipping my hand down the back and all the time with my little clit tucked down, completely away. It is not the first load of sissy juice these panties have taken and it won’t be the last. At the moment I’m trying to focus on climaxing with as little clit rubbing and as much pussy rubbing as possible. I just feel like whoever daddy is, he’ll enjoy me more if he sees me climaxing primarily from his big cock smashing my pussy. Hands free cumming will be such a hot thing for us both.
Another thing that has changed over the years is what happens after an orgasm. It used to be that all my sex drive would go but slowly and surely it has become less important in dictating my desire to be pleasing my man. Now it doesn’t really matter at all to me that I’ve leaked a few drops into my panties and so my horniness has not diminished a percentile. The only way to scratch my itch is to go deep, deep into my pussy with a large toy. My pretty panties must come off so that I douche and warm up for a similar sized dong to my future lover’s huge cock. I used to be a size freak but realised that completely destroying my boi pussy would leave my man unsatisfied. He wants to feel tightness just like I want to feel stretched. Stretched is how I feel for probably sometime either side of an hour. Sometimes I smash my pussy as hard and fast as I can, sometimes I just slowly push the tip in and then pull it out. This is where I am happy, taking a pole in my ass pussy until it can’t twist with my colon anymore. I breath deep, I feel connected with the world as existence condenses into a slow vibration. My dangling clit and balls tingle so I squeeze them all tight. With that the first of two more orgasms happens straight away, my pussy grips my toy tight but I immediately force it in and out again.
In every position I can manage I push or ride that thick soft rubber into my thickened hole. Whenever it comes out completely I can feel how loose I am as it takes absolutely no force to push it back in. Eventually I begin to tire and what I think is the third of three orgasms for the evening takes place as I sit on my dong and grind my hips around in a circular motion. I say that I think because I really didn’t feel any sort of climax at all but just shuddered for a few seconds and felt a tiny dribble on my clit. I was panting after that and slowed down my grinding, returning to riding the thing straight up and down. I felt so good, so complete that I wanted to cry. I could feel the emotion well up inside of me. For a final few minutes I ride my big black dong slowly and thoughtfully as I will miss the feeling once it is gone. When the tip pulls away from my gaping pussy for the last time I slap it into my face, smooching it as I hold it in both hands. It is warm and sticky and pungent and the smell is the smell I now associate with a satisfied man. I am content and begin to drift off still in my slinky dress, the well used toy on one side and my cummy panties on the other. As I sleep my dreams are sweet, it’s no wonder I unwind like this so often.
So I unwind by imagining this mystery man while I’m dressed up in a way that feels more and more normal as the years hammer on. I’m sure he will have a strong name, strong jaw line and strong thrust when he fucks. He will be a kind person though and that’s why I’ll fall in love with him so quickly and be happy to fill his every sexual need. Physically when I imagine him he has dark skin of course as I think everyone can agree that black men are the most attractive. His body is covered in large muscles including a very large one between his legs. It gets harder than a rock, veins covering its length with pubes on top and two perfect hanging boulders below. Those two heavy balls you just know will produce a thick sticky wad like someone squeezing out an entire tube of toothpaste. Imagining catching all of that white delight on my face my hands start to rub my body as I am imagine him over me. Rubbing, caressing, pulling and squeezing I can feel him as much as I can see him.
I feel tightness in my sissy clit area. I can feel my sissy pussy puckering and quivering. Nowadays when I masturbate it’s quite different than to when I considered myself some sort of a man. No longer do synonyms like jerk or toss apply to what I do. Normally now I lay down on my side and with both hands rub my hole and clit with either hand. Sometimes I kneel, face down ass up or in ‘the position’ as I like to call it. Whichever way I lay the routine is the same, my clit gets swollen without becoming erect. This in turn turns me on and I play with my hole more, I get mega horny and rub my clit harder feeling the orgasm building. This goes on while I whimper and moan and pretty soon I climax, leaking from my clit into my tight panties. It is rare for me to ever climax without at least a couple of fingers stuffed into my pussy either pushing my panties to the side or slipping my hand down the back and all the time with my little clit tucked down, completely away. It is not the first load of sissy juice these panties have taken and it won’t be the last. At the moment I’m trying to focus on climaxing with as little clit rubbing and as much pussy rubbing as possible. I just feel like whoever daddy is, he’ll enjoy me more if he sees me climaxing primarily from his big cock smashing my pussy. Hands free cumming will be such a hot thing for us both.
Another thing that has changed over the years is what happens after an orgasm. It used to be that all my sex drive would go but slowly and surely it has become less important in dictating my desire to be pleasing my man. Now it doesn’t really matter at all to me that I’ve leaked a few drops into my panties and so my horniness has not diminished a percentile. The only way to scratch my itch is to go deep, deep into my pussy with a large toy. My pretty panties must come off so that I douche and warm up for a similar sized dong to my future lover’s huge cock. I used to be a size freak but realised that completely destroying my boi pussy would leave my man unsatisfied. He wants to feel tightness just like I want to feel stretched. Stretched is how I feel for probably sometime either side of an hour. Sometimes I smash my pussy as hard and fast as I can, sometimes I just slowly push the tip in and then pull it out. This is where I am happy, taking a pole in my ass pussy until it can’t twist with my colon anymore. I breath deep, I feel connected with the world as existence condenses into a slow vibration. My dangling clit and balls tingle so I squeeze them all tight. With that the first of two more orgasms happens straight away, my pussy grips my toy tight but I immediately force it in and out again.
In every position I can manage I push or ride that thick soft rubber into my thickened hole. Whenever it comes out completely I can feel how loose I am as it takes absolutely no force to push it back in. Eventually I begin to tire and what I think is the third of three orgasms for the evening takes place as I sit on my dong and grind my hips around in a circular motion. I say that I think because I really didn’t feel any sort of climax at all but just shuddered for a few seconds and felt a tiny dribble on my clit. I was panting after that and slowed down my grinding, returning to riding the thing straight up and down. I felt so good, so complete that I wanted to cry. I could feel the emotion well up inside of me. For a final few minutes I ride my big black dong slowly and thoughtfully as I will miss the feeling once it is gone. When the tip pulls away from my gaping pussy for the last time I slap it into my face, smooching it as I hold it in both hands. It is warm and sticky and pungent and the smell is the smell I now associate with a satisfied man. I am content and begin to drift off still in my slinky dress, the well used toy on one side and my cummy panties on the other. As I sleep my dreams are sweet, it’s no wonder I unwind like this so often.
Kaidence
- 30.07.2021
- 9
- 0
