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Are you telling me that the allure and mystery of getting questioned by an anonymous stranger isn't enjoyable?

Cinnamon is definitely a lovely scent, I can't disagree with that at all. Although as you say. I imagine it's somewhat difficult to source during the summer?

Personally I'm a huge fan of fresh baked bread, the smell of the ocean and also weirdly when you can small a faint hint of bleach.

I didn't say it wasn't enjoyable. I am just curious about where all this interest comes from.

[I know I said vote on one or the other but I kind of figured I could just do both...]

“This is so fucking wrong,” as I line my cock up against my best friend’s impossibly tight pussy. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” as I push in and make out with her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so pretty. I know this is bad but… we need this, don’t we?” as I nibble her neck, my cock slamming deep inside her. In and out, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Just let me do the work, babe,” I say, knowing she can’t hear me. “Just focus on my words and listen. Can you do that for me, my love?”

It’s so hot and I’m thrusting so hard. Veins coil around my limbs like snakes. Throbbing and pulsing. Her throat’s so fucking small in my hand. I press against her clit with my other hand, teasing it, touching it, fucking playing with it as I pound into her harder. Fuck, this is nasty. I’ve known her since we were kids.

“FUCK, what a perfect little slut you look like. Be a good fucking girl and tell me how much you love it.” Whimpers. Moans. And then screams as I slam into her harder and faster. “Use your fucking words, baby. Go on. Tell me. Tell me or I’ll make you cum all over your best friend’s fucking cock.”

I pick up instantly, my lips planting kisses from her perfect, jiggling tits to her slender neck, littering my path with bites. “Take it, sweetheart. I can’t believe what a fucking perv you are for wanting to cum all over your bestie’s cock.” I fuck her harder, forcing her screams into low, animalistic growling. Sounds I never thought would come from her mouth. 

I can’t hear a single coherent word from her mouth as her legs wrap around me and my heavy cock splits her in two. Fuck, I’ve reduced my best friend into… this. My perfect fuckdoll. My depraved little slut. “Cum for me. Cum so fucking hard for me and I promise I’ll do this for you all day, everyday. Everyone else already thinks we’re fucking so we might as well. SHIT, YOU’RE SO FUCKING HOT—OH FUCK—.” My words turn into loud moans as I buckle inside her, our filthy, pervy sounds filling the room. 

I feel the walls of her pussy tighten on my cock. She’s putty in my hands. I can feel her melt and shake all at once as her tightness makes me lose my strength entirely. I collapse fully, chest on chest, lips on lips, hands groping, wandering, pulling, and flood her pristine pussy with sticky, sloppy cum.

We lay there, desperately gasping for air, but I really don’t want to let go of her. Not now. Not ever.

big wide dumb eyes staring up at u while u pull ur cock out yeahhh

What painting do you look most like?

And what painting would you most like to be in?

Femme Chauve-Souris by Albert Joseph Pénot: that's exactly how my body looks like: soft but I have a good figure.

However, I would love to be in The Birth of Venus, by Botticelli. I always love going back to Florence to just stare at it.

Thanks for the question!