Tale of the broken pussy part 4

His eyes widened in shock, ‘you love me’ he said surprised honestly I surprised myself I don’t know whether I was speaking to him or was my pussy speaking for me….

Yeah I said I love you, I don’t know what it means yet but that’s how I feel right now, honestly tomorrow I could feel differently. I’ve always uses sex as an escape instead of confronting things, bad grade in uni jump on this guy, fight with my parents his dick is swirling in my mouth with more force then a tsunami.

Now I’m being open and honest about my feelings and I’m not sure if it’s right is he the guy I love the one I want to plant my pussy on daily or am I actually happy when I leave knowing my pussy has been rinsed into eternity with this good holy water.

Snaps back into reality he was still staring at me, so I used my 34b chest to ask him direct do you feel the same or is the sex just really good. ‘Erm well, I’m not sure…’ Trying to get men to reveal their true feelings is like pulling teeth difficult.

He reached for me I took a step back I was a little nervous, what is he about to do kiss me hit me or push mi out his front door. He reached for me again, this time I decide to move forward a little bit while staring directly at him he came out with ‘I don’t love you but I do feel something’

See my honey black nectar got him like a bee to my flower he was hooked, I grabbed him and kissed him you know they say a person’s body can reveal their true intentions and feelings even if we can’t say the words out of our mouths. He was receptive….

I soon had him down on the ground slowly lowering my black dahlia down on to his eager mouth I wanted him to massage my pussy with his full lips I wanted his battery operated tongue to spin mi into a new body…..

Written by Sistah Soul

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