those nights at rachel's

“Awww…fuuuccckkkk! Geeeezzzzuuuus fuck!” Carol’s body convulsed in pleasure as her hips ground onto my tongue and finger. “Yeah! Yeah! God! Oh God! Yeah! Fuck!” She dropped down onto her elbows as the waves of pleasure subsided. Goosebumps rose on her muscular ass. “That was fantastic. Do it some more. Please.” I put my fingers on either side of her asshole and pulled, trying to open her hole a bit for my tongue. I wiggled my tongue a bit into the tiny opening. Her sphincter and ass cheeks tightened reflexively at the attempted violation. Carol giggled with delight. “That feels so good. Weird. But so good.”

im very into clothed sex and 'prostitution' tag since im a sex worker IRL,obviously y'all already know about my massive sheep girl fetish, so it wouldn't surprise you that ewes are my favourite fetish, and that taking care of a sheep girl really turns me on quite a lot~I like watching my wife in real life with other men in bed when we swing. Its sexy and frankly wholesome watching her have fun like that. I love her and love watching her have a good time. Its like watching your own private porn scene. And when its out of swinging its like being married to a porn star which is a thrill in and of itself.

I left her there, naked and bleeding, and the next time I saw her, she was at the base of the west tower, having jumped to her death. Galvin told me not to concern myself with her, that she was simply a broken toy, and that I would find another. But I knew different. She wasn’t a broken toy, and though she made her choice, it wasn’t suicide; it was murder. I killed her. I hurt her, I violated her, and made her life so painful that I might as well have pushed her off that tower myself. I knew it, but I didn’t want to accept it.