POV: I Tempt You With My Plump Fertile Grippers

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by Kinky_BOI123

by Kinky_BOI123

It's an average Saturday, your grippers raw swelling from the greasy sunny haze that consumes this afternoon. You lift your juicy ass cheeks that were once pressed against the voluminous surface of a couach, and your ass leaves a soft and faint smell that reminds you of your dead cat but you push your feelings down, subconsciously suppressing your grim past, you don't want to feel, you'd rather not. You find yourself bursting out of the void that is your room and stumble into the harsh reality of yellow lights and awkward conversations. You gaze upon your surroundings looking for a way to escape this meaningless life that we were thrusted into at full force, 10 inches no pull back. Your overwhelmed but still manage to inch your away down the stiff chocolate brown steps that flow endlessly down your floors, soon leading you to the purest rawest form of light one's skin can soak and bathe into leaving you damp wet, and craving the filling of milky sun light, a refreshing breeze of pleasure rush's through your body, and for a brief moment your worries lay beneath you, you feel light silky and refreshed but that feeling only fingers for so long. And your back to the grim darkness that is your reality, but still you crave oh so desperately the fleeting sensation of dopamine that rush's through one's body and shakes it to its very core and being. So when your eyes meet his grippers your overwhelmed, your body shaking from the sexual Implications that could occur in this bitter sweet instance that centres on a moment in this world that will never once occur exactly the same as it once had before. It's a moment of milky pleasure that leaves your grippers damp and greasy and you find yourself indulging in murky thoughts that could leave thy mother breathless and bitter. And you wait, longing for an exchange of emotions, waiting for a sensation of human connection that units us universally yet still manages to divide us just the same.