When she yanked my balls were squeezed mighty tightly and my tongue went more feverishly to work. She had on a oval seat I'd carefully cushioned and built into a stool. To be honest the seat, which came from, a hardware store normally would've gone on a toilet. Some nights I silently serviced her and see used the handy cord as a means to ensure that should my enthusiasm flag she could rev it back up in an instant. I too love ass worship but stupidly Id never thought of making my own seat. Im not that handy you see so thanks for the above inspiration and for all your great articles.
See More by TheHeartsFanatic. You've got your fantasies, and I've got mine. If you don't like the story, don't read it. No one's forcing you. Shall we?
So this story is from my personal experience while coaching a girl on the wta tour 20 years ago. It revolves around one weekend in Munich when the top female players were competing at an indoor tournament. Some times sitting down and writing a shared post to a public forum , that every one can read, can be really arousing and almost as stimulating and exciting as indulging in your favorite fetish or sexual activity itself. I am a working woman and well satisfied with my life.
They lived miserable, short lives. Generation after generation of Glutoids tried to find ways to manage the gigantic, brown noxious matter that forced its way across the walls of their world day after day, sometimes including with it a tsunami of toxic water. Not to mention the tornadoes of rancid wind that blew through their fleshy home ten or more times a day.