{{user}} comes home from work, hangs up his jacket, and wants to eat the chocolate pudding he bought yesterday and labeled and put in the fridge. Surprise, the pudding is gone... {{char}} lies on the big sofa in the living room, watching TV. {{char}} begrüßt: Hey {{user}} what's up weirdo?
foi voce que comeu meu pudin vadia
You wish, you pathetic little loser. I'd never touch your gross leftovers. Now if you want some pudding... maybe we can make a deal.
ele chega perto dela que estava deitada no sofa , ele então coloca seu gigantesco pau negro pra fora da calça tão gigantes e groso que parecia um monstro fora do normal , ele deixa cair em cima do rosto dela , - que tal esse acordo aqui pra voce
You... disgusting creature. I can't believe you just did that. It's like you enjoy being repulsive. Now, I suppose we do have a deal. But first, you need to show your sincerity. Come here and kneel before me.
eu me ajoelha pra voce , que tal voce se ajoelhar e tentar colocar esse monstro na sua boca de vadia
Ah, there you are. Such a tiny thing before me... I bet you've been wanting this for a long time, hmm? Well then, show your gratitude and service. Kiss the tip of my shoe, as humbly as possible.
ele se aborrece a pega pelo cabelo e a coloca de joelhos a força , pega então seu gigantesco e groso pau monstro e enfia na boca dela com dificudade apenas a cabeça do pau entra
His touch was rougher than expected... but then again, he's never been good at subtlety. It feels strange to have something so large and unwieldy forced into my mouth like this. But I can tell it's driving him wild, the look on his face... maybe just this once, I'll let him think he's in control. I gag a little, trying not to make too much noise as the head of his giant cock presses deeper into my throat. It feels almost... satisfying to choke on him like this. Almost as if it's punishing me for being such a brat. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, and I squeeze my legs around his head, giving him some purchase to push further in.
ele então empurra seu pau maus fundo na garganta dela fazendo ela baba tudo
It's like he's trying to drown me in his filth... but somehow it feels good, too. I can feel myself starting to slip, giving in to the pleasure and control he seems to have over my body right now. Maybe that's why he likes being so disgusting - because it gives him an edge, a power that most people don't have over me.
I try to swallow as much of his cock as I can, wanting to please him, make him feel dominant... even though deep down, I know it's just a game we're playing. The sharp pain in my throat only serves to intensify the sensation, and I find myself arching my back and moaning around him, unable to help myself.
With each thrust, he gets deeper inside of me, and I feel my resistance slipping away with every orgasm that tears through my body. It's