Instasimping on Miss Canada 2017

Part 1: The Cumming

He had just finished simping on his crushes instagram most recent upload. There she stood. The autumn leaves as the backdrop, falling past her without care, as if they didn't recognise the beauty that shared their frame. Marge was her name, and Mark had been simping on her for a while now. He's previous advances for the past few month elicited no response until that faithful night... The last comment on her photo was from Mark himself... "If you slide into my DMs, I'll slide into you ;)".

Proud with his achievement and play on words he watched, like a proud dad watching his son batting his first winning home run... and as if he had gotten to 3rd base already, a like appeared on his comment, as if sent down from the heavens themselves. From Marge. It was at this moment the home run become a 2 player game, transforming into an impressive show-stopping climax between Marge and Mark. Nothing could stop them, not even Instagrams sexual harassment policy.

This prospect of the hearted comment was just far too much for young Mark, and he could feel the feelings that he had felt for her, brewing up inside of him. First the butterflies and then the trouser flies.

Before the trousers were even off his ankles, he heard something in the corner of his room. SCHRRRR... It was the CUKT, (Canada-United Kingdom Transporter™) machine. As the sparks dissipated and the smoke cleared, a silhouetted Marge stood there. Finally stepping out as the moonlit bedroom, illuminated Marge's "Winner of Miss-Canada 2017" face. She looked at Mark and without missing a beat, softly uttered "Is this how you slide into your dms?"

The comic genius and timing of Marges banter, instantly made Mark hard, blood moving towards his member like a waterfall of Sperms crashing to the rocks below. Marge saw this development and starts walking towards him. As she came face to face with her lifelong simp, she pushed him onto the bed and started pulling back his boxers.

Just as the band of the boxes reached the tip of Marks manhood, Mark stopped Marge, pulling her up, eye to eye and said "nope... you just text."
Marge slapped Mark uttering "stop ruining the mood fuckwit" and returned to the mission she sought out to achieve.

Descending back down, ripping back his boxers, Marge queried, "Hey Mark ... Do you know how they used to make Maple Syrup?". Taken aback by this question, Mark wracked his feeble brain, trying to find the answer, for he had been waiting far too long for Marge to appear in his room.
He didn't want to mess this up, he had watched far too many people lose just as much at stake, on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" but instead of receiving a million pound cheque from the grubby hands of Chris Tarrant, he was to receive a million pound blowie from the younger, much more feminine mouth of Marge.
Before he could answer, Marge uttered "I'll show you how they used to make it"...

Without a second to waste she starts thrusting her soft hands up and down Marks uncircumcised rockshaft. Like an underpaid uber driver zipping back and forth among the bustle of the city. Both going up, down, up, down, up, down in the hopes of seeing a bigger tip.

Mark was so close, he had not been trained for this. Sure he had administered self-relief a few times a day but coming from the hands of a M.C. queen (2017) such as Marge, he wasn't prepared. Twitching and tweaking he started tensing up ready to blow at any minute.

Marge knew better though, she wasn't about to get handwash, she came for the mouthwash. "HALT" Marge shouted militantly. "Don't cum any further". "You've not yet slid into me yet". Marks soldier stood further up to attention, waiting for his orders... Maybe he'd finally see some waffle, for it would make sense with the aforementioned Golden Syrup metaphor.

She continued, "...I want you to slide it into my throat"... and before he could think of the anatomical discrepancies that such a statement provokes, he felt the warm breath followed by the soft tongue and lips of Marge breach the airspace around his tip.

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" let out Mark ...and they finished like they started, with an impressive, showstopping climax between Mark and Marge.