his balls so big i wan them all over my face 😞
I’m feeling horrible about my writing and about everything, but I love you, so here’s something just for you 🙂
18+ only MDNI - smut, rough explicit sexual content
Not proofread but I don’t really want anyone to see this because I hate it but the mistakes are probably horrid
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Tenderly caressing your cheek, he lets out a frustrated grunt, shifting his posture and leaning back into the pleasure. His belt securely buckled around your neck, the depletion of oxygen reminding you of the rule you broke while Nick was finishing up the job his accomplice failed, secondary to the agonizing burn radiating off your ass and the top of your trembling thighs.
Crystal blue eyes transparent with dominating authority, he grasps the delicate glass beside him, quickly downing the last of the smoky liquor. He slams the empty glass back down, shattering the tense silence, triggering you to flinch.
Torturously slow, Nick unbuttons and unzips his dress pants, sliding them down his muscular thighs.
"Don’t think your punishment is even close to done," he spits. Slowly pumping himself with one hand, Nick tightens his grip on the sturdy leather belt firmly wrapped around his other hand. "Purposefully breaking the rules," he swipes the pad of his thumb across the head of his cock, hissing through gritted teeth. "Dripping wet from being hit, obedient virgin has turned into a bratty pain slut."
Abruptly dropping the belt, Nick gently paints your bottom lip with his precum that covers his tip. Furrowing your brows, you mumble, "s-sorry sir," the vibrations of your pleas transferring to Nick's tip. "Can’t— can’t control it."
Clutching your chin between his fingers, he yanks your head up. "You really can’t help yourself, can you?" Nick huffs, "obsessed with my cock, pathetic fucking whore." Silently waiting for a response with a condescending scowl, Nick accumulates a pool of saliva in his mouth.
Raising his eyebrows, he leisurely leans forward, aggressively dispersing spit onto your face. Before your brain has time to react, he slaps your cheek, flesh instantly stinging. "Huh?" Forcing your jaw open, he spits a second time. "Tell me how obsessed you are with my dick, always sucking my balls like a greedy whore. Tell me."
Bottom lip quivering, you shakily swallow. The taste of whiskey lingers as Nick’s saliva glides down your throat.
The shameful throbbing between your legs grows, pushing a moan to slip past your lips, "s-so obsessed with your cock, sir. Would do anything for you to use m-my throat. Just a greedy whore for your cock," you whimper.
He smirks, growing harder as he watches your humiliation fade into pure desperation.
Following two slaps to the side of your face, Nick shoves himself past your lips. Halfway down on his shaft, the head of his cock prods down your throat. Your eyes swell with salty tears as he smacks the crown of your head with his enormous palm.
The sounds of your gags mix with Nick's breathy groans. The pounding in your head blurs seconds into minutes, and the back of your throat is filled with drool and aching red.
You can’t hold yourself back; with every thrust, Nick's heavy balls skim your chin before they slap back down against his skin. Detaching your hands from your thighs, you fold your fingers, clutching the velvety armchair. "Fuckin’ slut—" Nick grunts, his voice almost an angry growl. "Pathetic little girl’s gone dumb for my cock."
Jerked backward, you instinctively gasp for air, saliva running down your chin. You watch the mixture of your tears and spit bubbles flow from Nick’s base to his balls.
Heart beating at an alarmingly high rate as you try and mutter a response, "please—" you choke out, rubbing your thighs together. The level of your arousal is almost painful; you rock your hips back and forth, holding back your tears.
"Use your words. Tell me how much of a disgusting whore you are for my cum."
His murmurs are deep as he watches you squirm, knelt below him. Shifting closer to him, you wantonly mumble, "just— just a disgusting whore for your cum, sir."
Nick flashes you a condescending look, raising his eyebrows, indicating for you to continue. Leisurely guiding your parted lips to his balls, you immediately nuzzle your nose against his base, forcing your mouth into an aching stretch.
Frustrated with yourself and your level of lust, salty tears roll down your cheeks. You feel helpless, coughing and spitting up more spit. As much as your state fuels your impatience, it feeds into Nick’s patronizing pleasure is flues him further.
You resort to feverishly bobbing past the tip of his cock before he pushes your head down. Nick spits cruel degradation, his balls drawing up as you cup them with your palms.
Nick’s quick, harsh movements come to a halt. "Shit—" he huffs, holding you in place as he reaches his high.
His breath heavy, thick ropes of his cum gathering in the back of your throat. Head thrown back, Nick clenches his jaw, pausing and selfishly allowing himself to bask in indulgence as you gag, tears silently running down your face.
"Swallow"
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I think I won’t be active for a little then come back with the next part of guys my age because I’m 😂😐
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Holy fuck
I'm finally home. After 2 months of being away, after 2 months of mental breakdowns, homesickness, loneliness and getting used to new life at the new place, I'm finally home.
Although we managed to lose a cool kitchen knife, our dog's towel and my keys (don't even ask how we did it, we're wondering ourselves), we're safe and sound!
I've never been so long away from home. And when we came back, I felt like the city was the exact copy of my childhood memories, except for it was a copy and not a real one. I felt like I was tricked and I didn't feel safe or relaxed. I felt like I changed completely and I don't know who I am anymore.
Home is so small for some reason. And I forgot many things I used to do before. It'll take some time to feel at home again. It's so comfortable but so strange.
I miss Khmelnystky, the city we stayed in these 2 months. It's so lively and it's filled with nature. I close my eyes and see the street we lived on, and our flat we rented. I see all of the people there and every tree I saw. It hurts me to my core to know that we won't see it for awhile.
I may have trauma btw. I can't stop having suicidal thoughts and my brain lags all the time. I hear hallucinations sometimes and I see dark figures from the corner of my eye.
We went for a walk with our dog and went next to the subway station which got hit by a russian missile. The shops are trying to repair the windows while the people shop there. The glass has been cleaned, but there is glass dust on the ground. A little bit far from the square, there are some chunks of glass shattered on the floor. Mom advised me to hide during the sirens, especially after our area being hit by the missiles twice.
I'm going to sleep, and I hope I don't get nightmares. I love my home but I still have a lot of pain
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