August 2003 Archives

I know how it feels to want to drive off the road.
I know how it feels when happiness makes you cry because you don't know what happiness is.
I know that no one understands.
I know it's not fair.
I know it hurts.

Just please, be gentle to yourself.
You're so worth it.

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The Secretary

I didn't know a spanking could be so sexy. That was a very sexually charged scene for me.

If not for long sexy and funny conversations, I would not have found this movie nearly as sexy or funny as I did. I got the jokes. I undestood why it worked. It was a sweet movie.

In one of the last scenes, when he was not answering any questions, that was me. What he was doing is what I feel compelled to do with you.

My one complaint is that I did not get to see the woman bend over wearing seamed stockings—as the box for the videotape suggested. That's just mean-spirited.

But I would watch that movie again anytime.

Thanks, Pussy Ranch!

1. Consider, if you will, Madonna, Britney Spears, and Christina Aguilera. You have to fuck one of them, marry one, and push one off a cliff. Choose.

Britney off the cliff, fuck Madonna and Christina, then probably run off with Christina for fear Madonna would push me off a cliff. And besides, Christina's sexier than the other two.

2. Would you rather be like Gwyneth Paltrow and in a boring (though commited) relationship with a rich rock star, or would you prefer to fuck ONE superhot rocker for one night?

Boredom is deadly, but fucking around can be deadly. I'll take the superhot rocker for a night. Probably less pain, long-term.

3. Which MTV VJ (from any era) would you be most willing to fuck, and why? If you say "nobody," your answer will automatically default to "Jesse Camp," so pick someone.

I used to think Kennedy was groovy, even despite her politics. And I don't remember the name of the one DJ back in the beginning with the kinky bleached blond hair. She had a good voice.

4. Is Jack Black attractive to you in any way? If you don't like guys in general, answer the question as if it said "Pink" instead of "Jack Black."

Mostly, boys aren't my thing. But Jack has a certain charisma. I dug him in High Fidelity. Pink isn't super sexy to me, but her boldness is attractive. I guess she was sexy enough for me to spend money on her disc...

5. BE HONEST: Would you fuck the Olsen Twins if they were 18 and asked for you by name?

For me, a huge aphrodisiac is being desired. And they are looking more like women now... So... How old are they?

I just saw...

I'm actually grateful for black and white, because at least I can still think enough to write this entry.

But, Christ! All I want to do is touch myself and cum, over and over.

You found my bright red button to push.

Oh, do I want you!

I'm sorry if that's wrong to say, but I am mad with desire.

I want to touch and feel and hear and smell and cum.

This post has been brought to you by Unmitigated Lust, dedicated to good hard fucks since time immemorial.

IMHO, the most comfortable shirt in the world.

Carson, I've been joojing forever.

I know I can make it better.

Will you let me try?

As ridiculous as this even seems to suggest, you remind me of a dream I had, years ago.

We were trying so hard not to be naughty, but it wasn't working.

I think I woke up before there was any penetration, but there was penis/vulva contact...

It was so delicious!

What pixels from southward arrive do make my heart beat loudly?

I don't really know ballroom dancing, but I just imagined what it would look like if I spun you around.

Obsidan Butterfly before I can finally crack my autographed copy of Cerulean Sins.

These books really appeal to my baser instincts.

Anticipation off the charts.

A few devastating pixels leave me wanting more.

Had lunch today with another friend. I consider him a brother too. We think alike. Too fast. Randomly. He has walked a thousand times into the gaping maw of hell. And come out stronger every time. I admire his strength of character and integrity.

He had his oldest son with him. A boy of about 6-and-a-half. He will be a lady-killer with those blue eyes of his.

He said something about my starting to have children soon. I just said "I'd like to." He's fathered six.

We ate at a bagel place near his house. Excellent sandwiches and more options than I knew what to do with. When the server asked me if I wanted cheese, I answered her by saying "If I say 'Yes,' you're going to ask me what kind I want, right?" When she nodded I asked what kinds they had. Way more options than I wanted. Cheddar was fine with smoked turkey. Etc. Etc. Largest drink and chips.

We talked about... fuck, I don't even remember. Stuff like movies. What I perceived was a need from him for a friend. He's been disappointed that I killed my white blog where RL people could read my RL issues. (This is my black blog. I don't think RL knows about it, except for the occasional outstanding human being I've met here...) He encouraged me to write about some of the same things under a pseudonym. Heh. I might do it. But it won't be like this and it won't link here. He liked what I wrote there. Praised me for my honesty. He used to read it everyday. He promised to update his languishing blog. He's a smart man who thinks too much.

He wants to get together often, regularly. I suggested once a month. He said Thursday two weeks from now. Lunch at the Chinese place down the way. That's cool.

Afterword I walked into the Music-Go-Round looking at basses and amps and drum kits and DJ gear. All affordable. Food for thought.

Had a nice time with nice friends.

Removed Blaster from her PC. Patched against reinfection.

Put together Kabobs.

Drank a coupla light beers with him on an unfinished porch. Talked about shingling, wiring, building codes, footings, layoffs, business politics. He grilled.

Inside at dinner conversation turned to fishing, Disneyworld and Epcot, computers, pets, job hunting.

More of same over dessert.

They're really good people.

It was freakin' right out of like Good Housekeeping or something. So fucking happy and normal.

Kinda makes me wonder what the fuck I'm so upset about all of the time.

Tomorrow night I'm taking my bass over to my blood brother's house. We're not related. He's my brother by choice.

He's dealing with finally knowing he has ADD and there's stuff he will never be able to control. Ever. I'm trying to help him see that he's not a bad person, just because he's so easily distractable. His experience of the world is a lot like mine. I'm trying to help him see that he's not a freak. Me, helping someone think he's not a freak.

He's going to teach me to play. To help me understand music. Making it. It's been a repressed dream for so long I don't even have words for how profoundly excited I am to have an opportunity handed to me, and so frightened because it's here. It's really here. If I'm really lucky, I won't even want to get drunk or stoned. I am praying for tears of joy.

Today is perfect for driving with the windows down. Perfect.

I just forgave myself today for something that happened two years ago.

Can you take it all away?
Can you take it all away?

Well you shoved it in my face
This pain you gave to me

—-

It was no one's fault.
But it hurt bad
What I did to myself because I lusted.

I hope to God she didn't know.

Because it seems silly now.

I'm no better or worse a person now than before, I just quit telling myself I was a bad person.

I was riding you when I came.

But, see now, I think about what I wrote...

OMG

And it's that much more beautiful now.

Especially, me facing you. Your leg over my shoulder.

Swept away. Awed.

Erect.

I would be on the 49th by now.

I was driving with all of my windows down and that song roaring into the night.

It's powerful.

It's hard to steer when you thrash. Don't try it at home.

I have cable and I feel like I'm surfing at 56k dial-up.

So, so curious.

You are a jewel in the crown of the sun.

It's maddening visualizing the story and trying to find the words—but not actually doing it... the way I see it in my mind's eye.

But still inside of you.

I collapse.

Sweetest reward. Whitewash.

Inside you.

Slow motion.

Coming.

Sweet merciful you.

Coming.

Thrusting just to feel.

Coming.

Beautiful.

Coming.

Can't squeeze enough.

Just a little more, please.

Just a little more.

'Til I'm spent.

Throbbing involuntarily.

My expression changes.

The concentration of holding you, the sexual energy, the amazing joy.

My mouth opens as my breathing becomes more ragged

and words become impossible.

Can't express.

And my thrusting slows

And my testicles are tight against my body

And the pressure builds

Impossibly

And at some point I just become the sexual act.

I am just my thrusting pelvis and rigid cock.

It means everything in this moment to be with you, in you.

Then I move to stand up at the edge of the bed, but I bring your hips with me.

And I begin thrusting into you.

I want it to last forever because it feels so damned good.

But I have to do it harder becaue I want more, more, more.

Jesus God It feels so good inside you, banging against you, watching your breasts move, looking in yours eyes, hearing you yell, telling me to come.

So I move to the edge of the bed and slowly lean forward.

I want to stay inside you as I lay you down.

You keep your legs locked around me so I don't go anywhere without you.

I grind against you.

"Put your legs on my shoulders."

MMMmmm. I get to watch those beautiful legs move.

I hold one leg tight to my shoulder and turn to bite.

This time, I let my teeth slide slowly over your skin.

Mine.

After only a few thrusts, I know I'm not gonna last very long.

And I can tell that if I get even close to coming like this, I'm not gonna be able to keep standing.

Yeah, but it feels so good inside you that I ignore my better judgement for a bit.

And plus this is cool looking you in the eyes while I'm thrusting into you.

My shaking legs bring reality back to me for a moment.

On a whim, I pick you up.

And I lean back because I've always wanted to try this.

And you must have known what I was thinking because you've already wrapped your legs around my back.

And I manuever my still wet cock into your

"Oh my God, you're so wet."

tight pussy.

I love the feel of you as I slide in, the warmth and the wetness.

Oh, and you give me a welcoming squeeze. I'm in heaven.

"Stopstopstop!"

I put my hands on your shoulders to reinforce my message.

"Stand up."

And I pretty much have to kiss you again.

And I can smell me on you, which is kinda cool because you're all over me.

"OhmyGodslowdown!" I manage. "Slowdowndslowdown..."

I can neither breathe nor think.

"Get these pants off of me!"

You pause for a moment, with my cock in your mouth, and help me step out of my pants.

And God bless you, you start licking and sucking some more.

It's not that this doesn't feel completely amazing,

"Oh my God!"

It's just that I want to get in you.

I swear you're the sexiest woman in the world.

It's amazing just watching you...

But what you do to me...

My own legs are shaking and I seem to keep saying "Oh my God!" Over and over, between gasps.

You lick the underside of my cock, then while looking me in the eyes you take me into your mouth.

I shudder with anticipation as your lips close around me. And as I feel your soft, wet tongue I close my eyes in exstacy.

With hooded eyes I manage to say "Er, you don't have to... This is good..."

And before I can say "Finish undressing me."

You've got your hands undoing my belt.

As soon as you slide it from the last loop, my pants drop to the floor. "I told you..." I start to say.

What I didn't anticipate was that my throbbing cock would appear in the fly of my black silk boxers, nor that you would grab my cock and pull me to you.

"Are you willing to make things right?" I ask.

"Try me." You reply.

"Very good." I say as I set you on your feet.

"So how is it," I say with a grin "that you have a hot wet pussy, and I haven't even got my pants of yet?"

"Hardly seems fair." You sympathize.

Eventually, your hips stop moving and I ease up on you.

Moving out from under you, I stand up.

Then I pick you up and head for the bed.

Suddenly you get very heavy against me.

Your hands hold my head to you.

Both of your legs spasm and I grab your ass with my hands to hold you.

Coming.

I love to hear you come.

I love to hear you call my name.

I love feeling your muscles contract under my tongue, making your clit move all on its own.

Come, baby!

But most of all, I love your hot pussy.

You're running over my chin.

And I am relentless.

Adding fuel to the fire, I find room to slide a finger into your pussy.

Just a little at first, the flat of it rubbing the entrance of you then sliding deeper in.

Making the come hither gesture inside you pressing the pad of my finger along the top.

And still with my tongue, circling and flicking.

"MMmmm." I say, low enough so that you can feel it.

Kneeling in front of you now, I slide my hands down to your hips.

Grabbing the waistband of your panties, I use this as another excuse to run may hands over your ass and your hips and over the sexy curves of your legs and I pull your panties down, down, down.

As you step out of them I toss them aside and face your pelvis kissing below your navel, then again farther down, and again and again until my moist kisses leave a trail to your clit.

I put one of your legs over my shoulder and grab your ass so I can hold you and eat you.

The flat of my tongue on your mound, over and over.

Slowly spreading you apart with each new stroke

Until I can put my lips around the hood of your clitoris and I suck it into my mouth.

I gently lick one side and the other, around and over.

I love how your hips twitch, and how the one leg that supports most of your weight is getting shaky.

"I think you need to get undressed." I say. Of course I'm not really speculating at all.

It's fun to watch you move. And you know I like it. Tease.

"Wait!" I say, when you get to your bra. "Come here."

Because I really like this part.

I reach around your bare back with both hands, sliding them up to your bra then undoing the closure.

Then I like to slide the straps off of your shoulders making as much skin contact as possible.

And then the unveiling: I slowly slide the cups forward.

I swear to God, if you weren't here I would put your bra to my face and inhale...

Fortunately, your delicious form is right here in front of me.

The priority is then to cup your breasts and suckle one while teasing the nipple of the other.

I love to feel the texture of your nipples change as I roll my tongue around and around the one, and roll the other between my fingers.

My breathing gets heavier in part so I can breathe you in but mostly because I want you so bad.

After tugging for a while you manage to get the shirt-tails out, depite my belt. Which is just as well, because without it my pants would just drop and there would be no suspense...

Meanwhile, I've decided I can hardly stand it.

I put my hand around the back of your neck and work my fingers into your hair. Then I pull you to my bare chest. Just that much closer to you. And I kiss you hard.

My other hand tracing along your side, following the curve of your hip

Oh, and grabbing your sweet little ass. Yes.

I love it when you kiss me like that.

I kiss you almost as hard. Almost.

You tell me you can't believe how warm I feel.

And I remind you that I'm usually warm, but under the circumstances... yeah. Smiling. Yeah, I think it's warm in here.

My collar is open and I've left one more button down undone as well. People ask me why I bother wearing long-sleeved shirts when I wear them open and the cuffs rolled up. But let me tell you, there is nothing in the world like a pressed and lightly starched white shirt.

I think you should undo my shirt for me.

And I almost want to help you at first because you have a little trouble with the first two buttons.

That makes me smile, too.

Tonight,

You have almost a nervous way about you

Shaking just a little

I walk the few step to you, holding your gaze

Pulling your hips to me I bend down

To your warm kiss

Alone.

Finally.

I turn to lock the door.

No one in, no one out.

Do not disturb.

I've been waiting to get my hands on you. Wondered if you could feel the heat in my gaze.

Or maybe I was over the top...

But gently, slightly prolonged glances, slightly prolonged contact.

Sometimes foreplay begins very early in the day.

6 hours. More or less. Something to keep in the back of the brain...

Kee-fuckin'-rist!

Have you guys read DeeGee Girl? I've been given new goals to shoot for... as it were. Check out this post. How does that work? I am all amazed and everything.

In other news, I'm sad that DW is away.

The good news is that I think it was just dehydration. I feel more normal now. I sure can go off the deep end with speculation!

I feel better now.
Much better.

Only partially mad.

Does learning a new thing make your head feel funny?

I tried to make my hands do things they've never done before, fingers on the frets. Slapping strings, bending them. So that's what that those switches do. Harder to tune than you'd think.

I swear to God, something new is happening in the front of my head. I don't know when I've ever felt like this.

I don't like this business of not being employed.

It looks like I'll be able to cover all basic expenses, but it's gonna be tight. Lots of low-cost or no-cost entertainment for this boy.

It's just as well really.

I was getting a little too used to lunch at restaurants. And throwing money at magazines and CDs whenever the whim struck me. This way, maybe I'll learn to be happier with what I've got. Do you think? Maybe?

My head feels funny, and I suspect it's for at least one of the following reasons: I'm still off caffeine, and I've gotten at least the minimum recommended sleep since Saturday night.

Seriously though, I feel like I missed a dose of my meds even though the medicine bottle says I've taken then all.

Plus, time feels like it's slipping through my fingers. I don't know where it goes. I sure don't feel like I have much to show for it.

My routine is all messed up.

Honestly I feel a little lost.

I might have a really good job opportunity coming up. A guy took a look at my online resume and asked for a paper copy and an introductory letter. That can't be bad, can it?

So I got my severance check. Looks like all my business with my former employer is done. Sort of a relief.

Also asked for my first unemployment benefits. I wonder how long it will take to get paid...

It's cute when you do that.

Yeah, I don't like it when you're down.

Apparently I can kill IM dead.

Three separate chat windows just stopped.

"But isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that..."

And I would make it stop if I could.

Maybe I should punish you for being a bad girl first
Restrain you and spank you
Then tell you I forgive you
And maybe more...

Sweet, sweet love,
I would hold you until the pain went away
Or at least until you forgot
And were free for a little while

You know me...
Whatever it takes

You know...
You know I want to.

Maybe your eyes are adjusting to the darkness...?

I like, ma chère.

Apparently, enetation is up to its tricks now as well. There's a comment in there.

Where the hell does the time go?

Well, shit. That's what I get for using an online tool I suppose. Shame on me and all that.

Honestly, I've liked the Blogrolling site and tool a lot. But the fact that I haven't been able to access the site, much less see my blogrolls (I have three), is nothing short of infuriating.

Probably I can reconstruct the list on my machine, but that sorta takes all of the fun out of it. So instead of my blogrool letting me know when my faves are updated (which it only does for some of them anyway) I may go back to a static list.

I mean I don't know. It's like the issue with 3rd party comments. Do I or don't I?

And there's every chance everything will work just fine once this rant is over.

Damn it!

After your eyes adjust, it's fun to play in the dark.

The stars, the stars—

Look at them all!

Do you know how long I've been burning?

I'll lick the fingers of that hand, follow where it leads.

I'm very hungry.

Think you can feed me, deadly girl?

It's a little depraved, but reading Laurell Hamilton and the way she mixes blood and violence and sex is super erotic.

Anyone for a little fight?

Try to pin me down?

'Cause if I win...

The spoils will be mine.

I've always wanted to be James Bond. But I would be more Cary Grant-esque.

Frailty has been on my list for a while.

American Beauty was one of the best movies in recent memory. I'd hate to pigeon-hole such a film... so I won't. But I understand why some would. Shame, really.

For free.

Yeah, it's used... and I'm told the action isn't all that great.
But for free, it's the greatest fucking bass ever.

*And* it's black.

Purrfect.

Isn't that right, Kitten?

Here's where I stand on the "Chick Flick" thing:

I don't like when men use the term "chick flick," because it seems so condescending. To me it just speaks of an inability or unwillingness to understand plot development that occurs internally, or that there are emotions other than anger.

I don't like when women use the term because it feels exclusionary. The implication being that I'm a simple man who can't understand emotion or empathize.

I realize that stereotypes exist for a reason, but it doesn't mean I have to be happy about it.

I think I'm a reasonably enlightened human. I found The Talented Mr. Ripley and Eyes Wide Shut just as compelling as Apocalypse Now or The Godfather. Memento and White Oleander rocked! But I enjoyed X-Men and Matrix Reloaded just as much... but for much different reasons.

So I'm a boy, but I understand a lot more than you might think at first glance.

And I'm gonna learn to play bass.

Something about me that you should probably know is that if I could, I would listen to music 24/7. Mostly very loudly.

And it matters a lot that it's not just the 10 songs in rotation on the radio.

Doesn't mean I don't also love stuff from the radio. Ask me how many Journey albums I own. Or Madonna. Or Rush, Sting, Prince, 'Zepplin, Beatles, Elvis, Aguilera...

I use music to amplify what I feel. Amplify.

I have more than 300 cassettes. More than 400 records and singles. More than 1000 CDs. Maybe 1000 tracks in mp3 format of stuff I don't already own in some other format.

And I love them all.

And it's not enough.

There is not enough time to find and hear all of the beautiful music in this world.

And the radio will only play what the labels are pushing. It's just the tip of the iceberg. It's one peak in the mountain range.

Finding other music means taking risks. Checking out that one song your wierd friend loves. Listening to what other people gush about. Writing down that album name from someone's recommended list.

But the payoff!

It's as good as perfect sex.

As good as the mushroom high.

And, um, yeah... music is my drug of choice.

Jesus.

I finally found that Recoil track called Want.

The music is really, really perfect electronica that makes you want to move, but the lyrics knocked me on my ass. Just knocked me out. And the delivery is so understated...

I've been thinking about you all day.

Be back in the morning...

Rest if you can.

DW is a wise, wise woman.

Blogger just impressed the hell out of me by noting a tag that I hadn't closed.

I'll be damned...

A former coworker sent me this one:

A vacationing penguin is driving through Arizona when he notices the oil-pressure light is on. He gets out to look and sees oil dripping out of the motor. He drives to the nearest town and stops at the first gas station.

After dropping the car off, the penguin goes for a walk around town. He sees an ice-cream shop, and being a penguin in Arizona, decides that something cold would really hit the spot. He sits down to eat. Having no hands, he makes a real mess trying to eat with his little flippers. After finishing his ice cream, he goes back to the gas station and asks the mechanic if he's found the problem.

The mechanic looks up from the engine and says, "It looks like you blew a seal."

"No, no," the penguin replies wiping his mouth, "it's just ice cream."

With you.

Downloaded:

Pixies
Bikini Kill
Nickel Creek
Korn
NIN
John Mayer
Jimmy's Chicken Shack
Jason Mraz
Drowning Pool
Poe
Perfect Circle
NERD
Tim McGraw

MMMmmm.

So many options, flasher girl.

What I like about that is being able to come up from behind you, slipping my hands under your top.
My hands would slide up your chest then cup your breasts.
Then playfully roll your nipples.

Which might mean one thing at home.

Might mean another on the floor at a rock show.

Maybe you'd grind your ass into me.

Maybe you'd give me a shiner.

Come at me.

I'd be your lover, if you were there
Put your hurt on me, if you dare
Such a woman, you got style
You make every man feel like a child
You got some kinda hold on me
You're all wrapped up in a mystery
So wild so free so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy

Lyric by Def Leppard

Heh, heh...

Thanks, Pussy Ranch!

1. Once and for all, do you think size matters?

I cannot speak from experience since I have only a single penis and I have yet to be penetrated. But, based on things I have read describing penis variations and which variation feels best where, I would have to say yes. Interestingly, I hear tell that lots of metal feels better than anything ribbed-for-her-pleasure.

2. Would you rather have a great relationship with good sex, or a good relationship with great sex?

Assuming that you're having sex in a relationship, of course. And assuming good sex is not good, the great relationship won't remain great. If you're relationship is good, which means not good, and you have great sex, well then hallelujiah! At least that is off the list of argument topics!

3. When you first became sexually active, did anything come as a surprise to you about the experience or your partner's anatomy? Or did you know what was coming, so to speak?

Despite my fascination with the vulva and my predisposition for being aroused by the visual, I did ask geographic questions. However, I was using my fingers and my tongue long before I first performed the act.

Honestly, having grown well used to the sensations produced by my right hand, I was surprised by the sensations produced by penetration and by thrusting. The heat and the slipperyness being astounding.

When I did it doggy-style the first few times, the differences in sensation were so distracting to my ADD mind that I had to switch back to missionary.*

Since then, vaginal sex from the rear has become my favorite position by far.

4. What made you decide to have sex for the first time?

Well, I had wanted to have sex for as long as I could remember. Loved being with girls for even longer. We had done everything but that. So she went on the pill and we waited a month in agonizing antici... pation (we still did everything but that). Then one blessed day I got carpet burn on my knees. Then I ate her cunni with my lingus. A good time was had by all.

5. Does oral sex count in the "virginity debate?" Does anal?

In my mind, yes. Even though you can define virginity strictly as having never had vaginal sex, my opinion is that at a certain point the level of intimacy between two people cannot be heightened by vaginal penetration. I don't see it as a black and white issue like the law does.

*Don't get me started on the issues ADD can cause. Somewhat ironically, my favorite way to orgasm is to get to the brink and back off at least once, if not several times, before giving in to the release.

Laudanum: 2 oz Opium, 1 oz Saffron, drachm Cinnamon, drachm Cloves, all dissolved into 1 pt Canary Wine.

But this was a problem; wasn't the devil neuter? A great deal of theological thinking was expended in the attempt to resolve this matter. Some thought the Devil swiped the testicles off the dead and impregnated the witches with borrowed vital essences, but the church eventually followed the teaching of St. Thomas Aquinas, the second founder of demonology after St. Augustine. He said the Devil could only discharge as incubus what he had previously absorbed as succubus.

I blew up.
Thank you.
OMFG
Thank you.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to remember to finish the story when I'm sitting here with a tremendous woody?

I mean do you know how you affect me?

I'm gonna explode and it won't even be from an orgasm.

As I slowly return to awareness

I watch that beautiful body of yours while you go about getting ready.

Hmmm.

Maybe.

I remember the belt and smile to myself.

Muscles tense.

And a last spasm.

At some point I allow you to, uh, dismount.

I notice the spray moving around again.

I sorta react, barely moving hooded eyes as I get a final rinse off.

Sorta too bad, because I like the smell of you on me.

Any more I'm a spasming animal

Only knowing how to thrust

Grunting deeply with the effort

The joy of my cock in you

Coming with my cock in you

Shooting.

Coming into you.

Shooting.

You've let go of the wall.

I'm holding you on my cock.

You're telling me to fuck harder.

I try to say something but "ooooooh" is all I can manage.

All I want is to give you cock.

Thrusting my cock into you harder now.

Water everywhere so good.

Faster now.

My legs are trembling.

I want you to come.

Please God.

I'm gonna come!

Please God.

I'm gonna come!