Do not let this physicality bottle your truth, like a dam holding a pool of water collected from the highest mountain that wishes to flush itself through the earth; to stitch its way down to the sea, to share its joy from the sky. Do not let the physicality be like a dam, blocking these stories. It will only cause you pain and it will deny many eager hearts. It is your duty to let this water flow, do not hold it within your heart. Let the roots of your heart, stitch their way like the meandering water outwards through the air. You are a vessel and your wisdom is to give. Tell somebody of this feeling, explain it in detail and you will find a way to break the dam. Follow this path, let your heart stitch the journey before you and let your knowledge flow through the seams. These seams will make the sail - and the wind will come from your heart. It is from this abundance of love that is pushing at the side of your being that will create, and manifest an existence that will speak the truth that is yet unearth by the hoof of your horse.
...the streets bellow were so empty. Even for this late hour, you would think more people would be around. Lights make their way in and out of my field of vision...at one point I could see blue sparks flashing, illuminating the building facades, police, maybe ambulances hurrying past at high speed. I follow the flashing reflection along as I move my head, craning my neck over the top of his hair as he randomly licks my neck, my ears, trying on vain to find my lips. The lights of the town seemed to be moving up, down, even sideways. The car bounces under the rhythm of his body weight as he thrusts painfully into my dry pussy, the loose muffler clanging occasionally against the ground....must fix that tomorrow, I remind myself. "That was just fantastic, Anekee." He pulls his already - flaccid cock out of me, accompanied by the liquid sound of my unclenching pussy, the sound a bit like that of a toddler spitting up a thinned-out veggie puree. He rolls his sweaty body off me, out through the opened passenger door with his pants still unzipped... standing there firm and confident, like a one-man conquering army, in the warm summer night, observing for a few moments the town bellow, surveying his new kingdom with his cock out and his sperm trailing like a rope from his dickhead, waving in the breeze until it sticks to his pants leg.
I just sit there for a while as he pulls his station wagon with two toddler seats in back away. His sperm slowly leaks from my asshole down along my butt to the leather seat and little bit of steam appears from time to time, my pussy no longer distended and contracting back to its natural state as I push the last droplets of the loads he deposited into me backout.
Each streetlight illuminates a caked and replete stained area of dried sperm as my 18-year-old self drives through the city's sleeping streets back home....my pussy aching and sore, but that stain on the passenger seat --- that stain burns my whole body.
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Rest in peace
After Shyla and August is Yurizan beltran (in 31) turn
She was sweet and so kind
It's so bad and terrible
بعد از شایلا و آگوست نوبت به یوریزان بلتران (در ۳۱ سالگی) رسید
خیلی بد و وحشتناکه
*لطفا توهین نکنین*