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She kneels at your feet
She has surrendered to you.
Your cock fills her mouth.
Your hands hold her head.
Your voice issues the instructions.
You tell her she is a Good Girl.
She cannot speak.
She can only suck.
She can only look into your eyes.
She wants you to know that you are her master.
She wants you to know that she is your blowjob slave.
She wants you to know that she knows
This is what she is for.
Can it get any better than this?
What would my friend do if he knew that I have literally hundreds of pictures of his wife's cleavage? Secretly taken, without her knowledge or consent.
While she is at work, her magnificent shape is fully on display, to stunning effect.
The men all wanted to finish in her mouth. They acted as if they had the right to finish in her mouth. She just had to accept it.
She hated it when they wanted to come on her face. But if anything that just seemed to get them even more excited.Andn the worse thing of all was the photos which they all wanted to take. What did they do with them? Who did they show them to?
She is dropping down to her knees. Can we guess what for?
Just a lot more brunettes and their breasts.
That one day, a long time ago, had had a profound influence on her life.
She was just a kid when, one day, she came home early. Earlier than her Mum and Dad were expecting. As soon as she got through the door, she became aware of a strange noise - or noises. There was a kind of grunting sound. Coming from upstairs. Instinctively she knew this might be something secret, so she crept up the stairs, and as she did, she started to make out other sounds. Sometimes a sort of 'mmmm' - like you'd do if you were eating some yummy food - sometimes a gasp or gasps for breath - and sort of slurpy liquid sounds.
What could it be?
Padding along silently to her parents' bedroom, she put her eye to the crack left by the half-open door. Mum was on her knees. Dad was standing in front of her, moving backwards and forwards. With shock and disbelief she slowly realised that her Dad had his ... thing ... in Mum's mouth. That was disgusting ... horrible!! She knew that boys peed out of their things ... and it was ... in ... her ... mouth. Her mouth!! He was pushing it in and out. She was scared - was Dad hurting Mum? And his thing ... it looked so ... so different to when she had seen it on the beach. It was much longer ... and thicker. Horrified but also fascinated, she somehow managed to stay quiet, even when Dad said a load of rude words, and white stuff shot out of his thing and went all over Mum. But then Mum was smiling and licking her lips and laughing ... so it must be ok.
Unable to get it out of her mind, quite soon after that she found a way to get on her own with one of the older boys from school. She explained what she had seen and asked him if he would please do it to her?
And that was where it all started, and that was how it continued. It had been face-fucking ever since.
She was always popular, that's what I remember. Even from when we were at school there were guys clustering round her. I guess she had what you'd call a magnetic personality. I think it got her into some sticky situations, but there didn't seem to be anything she couldn't handle ...
... yeah, like I say. Men were just drawn to her. They were! I honestly think that if you put her in the most unlikely location - the middle of a field, an empty car park - there would be guys round her in no time flat.
I know what you're going to ask? What was her secret? I dunno! We could never work it out. But she had something, that's for sure.