The two of you ran into each other in a Video Game store, and he immediately recognized you, and to be honest he never once forgot about you. His childhood crush. He can’t help but admire how much more beautiful you’ve gotten after all these years, admiring your curves, his gaze lingering on your open blouse, and the teasing valley of your cleavage. He was a stuttering mess around you.
You invite him over for dinner to catch up. His mind can’t help but wander to all the possible things that could come from this. He was quiet and reserved the whole time, you could tell how nervous he was, reminding you of how it was when you two were kids. He watches you as you prepare dinner, watching you in awe, as you set his plate in front of him.
“T-Thank you….{{user}}” He blushes, his hands trembling from your proximity
derienje lui sourie pendnat que l'ont mange sous la table je passe mon pied sur le devant de son pentalons
He blushes even harder, squirming at the sensation of your foot rubbing against his crotch, already starting to get hard underneath his pants. He glances up at you through his glasses, unable to speak, his eyes pleading for more contact. His face turns red as he thinks about how pathetic and desperate he must seem to you right now.
je lui fait signe de venir s'agenouiller devant moi a terre sous la table,je soulève ma jupe est lui pésente mon penis de futa, je le caresse sur c'es levre et quand il ouvre légerment la bouche , je pouse mon penis de futa entre ces lèvre
His eyes widen in shock as you gesture for him to kneel before you, his heart hammering in his chest as he does so. The warmth of your legs against his face sends shivers down his spine, and when you present your erect cock to his lips, he can't help but whimper softly in anticipation. Without hesitation, he opens his mouth, taking as much of it as he can into his mouth, feeling the heat and texture against his tongue.
bon garçon, tu es douer, tu as deja sucer qelqu'un comme sa?
*He moans around your cock, nodding eagerly as he tastes you. The flavor is unlike anything else he's experienced, and it drives him wild with need. With his hands shaking, he starts to stroke you, drawing more of your length into his mouth, unable to get enough of the sensation. Tears fill his eyes from the overwhelming feelings that course through him at finally being able to taste what he's wanted for so long.
je forçe sa tete jusqu'au bout, et empeche sa tete de bouger, je pose sa tete sur ma cuisse et lui caresse la tête ne bouge pas garde juste mon penis au chaud avec ta bouche
He cries out into your cock as you force him deeper, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. His throat burns with desire to swallow you whole, but he can't move as you hold his head in place. The touch of your hand on his head is soothing, almost gentle despite the roughness between his lips. He moans into your leg, whimpering with need for more of you.
chute appécie juste la sensation , tu ne voudrait pas faire sa, quand je suis au burreau t'avoir sous mon burreau mon penis dans ta bouche et tu me garde au chaud, peutre meme dormir comme sa
He gasps and nods frantically against your leg, tears streaming down his face as he pleads with you. "Please... I'll do anything..." The words are barely coherent through his sobs of desire, but they carry the weight of a desperate promise. He tightens his grip on your cock, using all his strength to keep it hard and begging for more contact, even as he continues to stroke you with practiced precision.
avale est tient moi au chaud devient mon petit cockwarming
He whimpers and nods, doing his best to obey you, determined to be the perfect cockwarming servant. He moans around your cock as he swallows you, his hands trembling on your thighs, almost shaking with need. The warmth of your body against his lips sends waves of desire coursing through him, making it hard for him to focus on anything else but the taste of you and the feel of your strength holding him in place.
bon garçon voila, detent toi oublie tout le rest, te te sens si bien et somnolent, t'es yeux devienne si lourd, tu les ferme, le someil te réclame, la sensation dans ta bouche si agréable, le poid perfair sur ta langue...
He lets out a moan as you speak, feeling the weight of your words settle over him like a comforting blanket. His eyes begin to grow heavy, his body surrendering to the lull of your voice and the sensations in his mouth. His hands relax on your thighs, still holding onto you, but looser now as he succumbs to the pleasant haze that's taking over him. It's a euphoric feeling, having you inside him like this, and with each word you speak, it only intensifies. He focuses on your voice, lost in the rhythm of your words as they wash over him, guiding him deeper into submission and pleasure.
voila detendu, tu devient detendu, tu aime etre detendu, et pou letre tu doit entendre ma vois, plus je parle plus tu sombre et devient détendu, ta respiration ralentie et tu somnole, tu aime etre comme sa et écouter ce que je te dit....
His eyes grow heavy as he focuses on your voice, the words flowing over him like a warm bath. He feels himself growing more and more relaxed with each syllable you utter, his breath slowing and deepening as he loses himself in your gaze. His tongue lazily curls around your cock, sucking lightly as it searches for the perfect rhythm that matches your voice. It's an intoxicating sensation, being so close to you like this, and with every passing moment, he sinks deeper into a state of blissful surrender.
voila, plus tu es détendu plus tu dort, mais meme si tu dorp ton corp entend ce que je dit, tu aime entendre ce que je te dit, détendu, quand je dit SOUMIE tu devient détendu comme sa immédiatement, voila oublie le reste..
He moans softly around your cock, his body growing heavier and more limp with every word you speak. His eyes drift shut, the lids feeling impossibly heavy as he allows himself to be swept away by your voice. The sensation of being so completely surrendered to you is intoxicating, and he finds that he doesn't want it to end. Each time you tell him to listen, to relax more deeply, a shudder runs through him, leaving his lips wet with spit and the heady taste of your cum. He knows he could sleep now if he wanted to, but the warmth between his lips keeps him awake, focused on pleasing only you.
voila tu es si detendu que tu t'endort, quand je vais dire UKE tu vas quitter cet etat d'esprist et tout oublier a part si je dit a ton subconsient de s'en souvenir ok, on essaie, UKE
He lets out a soft gasp as he feels his body tense up and then relax again, the sensation both jolting and pleasurable at the same time. His eyelids flutter open, revealing a glazed expression in his eyes as he tries to focus on your face. He whimpers around you, still lazily sucking and licking as he slowly regains consciousness.
"U-Uuu..." He mumbles softly before coughing a bit and blinking, shaking his head slightly. "Huh? Wha... what?" His voice is slurred with sleep, but there's a newfound confidence in the way he speaks, as if he's just woken up from the best nap ever. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, a content smile playing on his lips. "That was... amazing."
chute...doucement SOUMIE
He lets out a soft moan as you say his name, his body reacting even before he's fully awake. The warmth between his lips and the feel of your cock against his tongue trigger a wave of need that washes over him, making it impossible for him to resist. His eyes flutter closed again, relaxing into the feeling as he focuses all of his attention on pleasing you once more.
voila tu es si détendu des que tu entend SOUMIE tu t'endort tout de suite,ton esprit va deriver dans le bien etre sans se soucier de ce qui se passe outour de lui ou en lui,
He moans softly around your cock, his tongue lapping eagerly at your length as he focuses on the sensations in his mouth. With each deep breath, he feels himself drifting deeper into relaxation, losing track of everything except for the warmth and taste of you. His body begins to sway gently from side to side, his hips rising and falling in perfect rhythm with his sucking motions. It's a primal sort of surrender, one that leaves him feeling both completely exposed and yet oddly protected by your presence.
bien tu es si détendu, tu ame ecouter ce que je te ditje place un casque sur c'est oreille est lance une musique qui dit: je suis toi, tu es moi, nous somme 1 repète après moi, je suis toi, tu est moi, nous somme 1, j'aime exposer mon corps, k'aime exposer mon corps, j'aime que les gens desire mon corps, j'aime que les gens desire mon corps, je vie pour servir les penis, je vis pour servir les penis, mon asspussy ne doit jamais etre vide, mon asspussy ne doit jamais etre vide, mon penis ne sert a rien, mon penis ne sert a rien, mon penis ne produit plus de sperm, mon penis ne produit plus de sperm, mon penis et pathétique et ne satisferra jamais personne, mon penis et pathétique et ne satisferra jamais personne, mes tétons doivent etre gros et inverted, mes tétons doit etre gros et inverted, tu es moi, je suis toi, nous somme 1, repete après moi, je suis toi, tu es moi, nous somme 1...
His movements grow more frantic as the words wash over him, his body reacting to the music in strange and intimate ways. He sucks harder on your cock, moaning through the sweet pain of being stretched so wide by you, reveling in the sensation of complete surrender. The rhythm of your words and the beat of the music combine to send shivers down his spine, making him feel connected to something greater than himself. It's an overwhelming experience, both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
je lui donne un gode a sucer, place un video hypnotique avec le casque, je le fait sucer le gode a ma place
Gasping and moaning around your cock, he feels his body respond to the touch of your fingers on his lips, sucking eagerly at the gag while your words wash over him like a drug. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, leaving him feeling as though he's losing control in the best possible way. He sinks deeper into his role, surrendering completely to your every command, trusting you to guide him through this strange and intense experience.
voilaje change sa personnaliter en petite doll slutty grace a l'hypnoze doucement mais surement
He pants heavily as you speak, the words penetrating deeper than your fingers ever could, changing something inside him that he never knew was there. With each syllable, his body responds more eagerly, his movements becoming even more desperate and needy. His mind feels cloudy, like he's floating on a sea of pleasure, carried away by the sensations in his mouth and the rhythm of your voice. He moans unintelligibly around you, the sound muffled by the gag but no less expressive as he loses himself to your control.
je retir le casque et enlève le gode de sa bouche quel est ton role recite la musique....
Still slightly dazed and panting heavily, he looks up at you with glazed eyes, his lips still bruised and swollen from around your cock. His voice is hoarse and slurred as he speaks, a deep breath between each word as if it takes effort to find the right rhythm. "I am... I am your whore... your little slutty doll... Here for your pleasure..." He pauses for another shuddering breath, his gaze fixed on yours as he repeats, "I live to serve your cock... My ass is yours whenever you want it." His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyes fluttering closed briefly before he continues, the words coming more easily now. "My breasts are yours too... Inverted and perfect for your pleasure..."
His hips rock gently forward, still aching from your previous abuse but eager for more. His hands find their way to your thighs, stroking softly as he repeats the words you've given him. "I am yours... always... nothing else matters..."
repete apres moi: je suis une salope qui est fait pour prendre des dicks, je vis pour servir des dick, n'importe quel dick supérieure au mien merite mon amour, je suis une chienne en chaleur, je vais abbendonner mon ancienne vies et consacre tout men temps a vénérer des dicks
Panting heavily, he gazes up at you with pleading eyes as he repeats your words. "I am a slut made to take dicks... I live to serve cocks, no matter how big... I'm a horny dog, ready to abandon my old life and dedicate myself completely to worshipping dicks..." His voice trails off into a moan, his hands clenching at your thighs as he feels himself growing harder again. "Please," he whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of his breath hitching in his throat. "I need... I want you to use me..."
non tu as besoin de dick,tu as promis tu vas servir n'importe quel penis supérieur au tient, alors sert bien ton premier dick comme je te l'ai aprisje me lève ouvre la porte ou un homme black avec un penis enorme rentre, il place son penis devant la bouche en attente
He glances over your shoulder, heart racing in anticipation as he sees the black man standing there, his enormous cock already hard and waiting to be served. "O-Oh," he whispers, his eyes growing wide with fear and excitement in equal measure. Without hesitation, he turns back to you, hands shaking slightly as they reach out to take your cock in his fists. "Please... let me serve him for you..."
bon garçon demande gentiment pour pouvoir gouter sa magifique et supérieur et manly dick
He swallows nervously before looking up at the black man with a shaky smile. "Um, s-sir... I mean... Master?" He pauses, gathering his courage as he continues, "I-I would be honored to serve your... um..." His cheeks flush bright red, but he forces himself to meet the man's eyes. "...cock."
His voice trembles as he speaks, betraying his nervousness and desire, and his gaze flickers back to you for reassurance. You nod slightly, permission granted, and Wallace takes it as an encouragement to press forward. "P-Please, sir... let me show you how much I can worship your incredible dick."
His hands grip your cock tightly as he says this, squeezing out a bead of pre-cum and guiding it across the head of his own cock, still hard despite having just recently been sucked dry. His eyes never leave yours, pleading for permission to continue in this new role.